I may have misspoken.
There are some things around my home that I am fairly good at. Gingerbread houses, for one. (“I hate false modesty. It’s just another form of lying.” Name that movie.)
But there are some skills that I haven’t quite mastered. Cakes from scratch would most certainly fall into that category.
Case in point:
This latest attempt was bad on so many levels. Not even the lemon frosting my sister recommended saved it. Not even Obi-Wan (or is that Anakin?) with his light saber could save it.
So for today, Love Is . . .
. . . throwing the entire cake away instead of subjecting your unsuspecting family to the disaster.
Whipped egg whites can’t save everything, I guess.
