She said it contained butter, flour, and two scoops of coconut. But it looked very much like dirt.
“And that sugar stuff that’s not sugar, Mom. That’s what I used, just how you like it!”
She smiled, leading me out to the yard, where her cakes sat baking in the warmth of the autumn sun. “See? I made you chocolate!”
Indeed, she had. Dirt, mud, and a few sprinkles of hydrangea blossoms. Shaped into cakes, filled with love.
They were the best cakes I’ve ever had.