So, the maternal figure and I volunteered to bake a fancy schmancy cake, from scratch, for my cousin’s Holy Communion.
These are my documented results.
Part Un
The Everything Everywhere.
The chaos.
The Invincible aroma of Freshly Baked.

The Porous-y Circle that vanquishes Human Resolve.
Part Deux
Delayed Gratification.
Jammin’
Fake snow Flying snow Fake Flying snow.

Rollin’. The hard way.
Part Trois
Intermittent disasters.
Humidity Monsters.
Making doughy memories.
KNEADING IT TO END.

Part Quatre
Final Frontier.
White as Cate Blanchett.
Soft as cherub’s buttocks.
The most Communion-y Communion cake.

Whoopdedoo.