Well, it's birthday season at the Cofer Casa again. In the Mullendore/Cofer bloodlines, you are either born in February or August. Everyone else is just an outcast. No. I'm kidding. But seriously nearly ALL of Jimmy's family (and there's a lot of them) are all February or August babies.
We usually celebrate Sisty and Granddaddy's b-days together. This year, Trace decided he wanted to make them a homemade, colorful cake. (Since his recent discovery of food coloring and sprinkles in my pantry.)
To clarify. By "homemade" I mean "a Betty Crocker cake" as opposed to "a Baskin Robbins cake" like daddy got a few weeks ago. There was no churning butter, sifting in flour...blah, blah, blah.
I finally turned the reins over to Trace and allowed him to use the hand mixer. Gulp. One of my most vivid memories as a child is cooking with my Mamaw. She was a great cook, and I think of her every time I smell turnip greens simmering.
When I was about Trace's age, she let me use her hand mixer and in my excitement, I pulled the hand mixer out of the bowl while the blades were still going. I have no doubt she cleaned cake batter off her ceiling and cabinets for days, but she laughed with me about it at the time. Those are the fun memories I want to make with my kids in the kitchen.
Well, without having to repaint my ceiling. ;)
He wanted color.
One green... one blue.
The best part of making any cake...
And then onto the cards and gifts...
Happy birthday Granddaddy and Sisty.
You are so very loved!!!
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