Books and baking - it's what we do.
A cake-devotee from way back, Poppycakes, on the eve of the anniversary of her birth, considers the various memories baked inside every cake.
Let's flash back: Salt Lake City Utah, before it was cool to be a deeply-smoky brunette with hair that curled to form the words: Not-Your-Disney-Princess, Princess. So that what Poppycakes had for allies were Marlo Thomas circa That Girl (reruns by the time she was viewing) and the occasional sultry wicked witch or sidekick. Even the bakery was blonde-biased as the six year old PoppyC. fell into a swoon for a dollcake that was yellow-haired and baked square into the skirt of a yellow-cake with tiers of frosting ruffles and sugar flowers cascading down her gown. The young Poppy wanted nothing more than a dollcake for herself, one that, if at all possible, resembled her. But the cakette in the sweet gown only came with golden hair and the still-aswoon Poppycakes was happy enough to have her.
Years passed, and the magic of girl baked into cake resolved itself into the realization that perhaps the girl was added later, and one day with thefirsttruelove of Poppycakes another dollcake was spotted and an attempt to order it as a surprise for her birthday failed as the supermarket (a now-erased market in dear Tuscaloosa) called to inform that the cake alas, only came in blonde-girl and thefirsttruelove of Poppycakes, a dark-haired prince himself, was crestfallen. Poppycakes, now privy to the plot, assured him that she was long-accostumed to the bakery-racism of fair-haired dollcakes and vowed, that a bundt pan and a thrift store *barbie would remedy all of that. *By barbie, we mean, Esmerelda, Jasmine or one of the ethnic modern dolls, the size and shape of the original Barbie.
More years passed and Poppycakes had occasions for many cakes, at least two of which involved dollcakes. One, for another day, involved her sister's babyshower and the other, pictured below, the publication of the book of her good friend, Lemoncakes and the acquisition of her own graduate degree.
1 comments:
Amen, sister! Dark hair for life :)
I love the stories almost as much as the cakes. Anything more than funfetti impresses me haha.
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