My father's birthday. Rich chocolate cake with velvety ganache waits patiently in the fridge. Lasagne is being made from scratch; bubbling sauces and gooey cheeses tantalize the senses. It is definitely time to gather together and celebrate.
So, happy birthday to my father who hoed the rows and picked the beans; called me a grease monkey as we worked under the hood...cringed as I learned to shift gears and nearly died when I enlisted (but sighed with relief when I got married). Happy birthday...blessings today, and many more.
* We used this recipe from Epicurious to make our decadent cake.
So, happy birthday to my father who hoed the rows and picked the beans; called me a grease monkey as we worked under the hood...cringed as I learned to shift gears and nearly died when I enlisted (but sighed with relief when I got married). Happy birthday...blessings today, and many more.
* We used this recipe from Epicurious to make our decadent cake.
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