Four years ago today, I had a piece of chocolate cake as comfort, as consolation. Today I baked a cake as celebration. Today I celebrate the inauguration of the 46th president and of the first woman vice president, and I celebrate the return of cautious optimism and hope.
The cake is also for my dad. Today is his birthday. He would have been 77 this year, and I think it’s the first year since he died that we aren’t having a big family dinner with Mexican food and margaritas in his honor.
And the cake is for Jack too, whose birthday was yesterday and is 7 now. (So many 7s! Must be lucky!) He won’t get cake but he got a little bit of pumpkin mixed into his dinner last night, so he was happy.
Happy Wednesday, friends.