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Monday, October 22, 2012

lemon bundt cake

Today my loved aunt made us lunch of roasted tomato soup using tomatoes from her garden.  We also had cheese toast.  What a delicious meal. 

Then we went to Pismo Beach to see the monarch butterflies.  Yes, there were not a lot but some.  The docent didn't have the spotting scopes set up because it was supposed to rain.  Then we walked to the beach and took pictures.  We saw sand dollars and other shells.  We saw turkey vultures.

Then we went back to my aunt's house and baked a lemon cake.  We zested lemons for a long time.  And we put the cake in the oven for an hour.  It's a bundt cake.  We sat in my aunt's living room while the cake baked.  We drank tea and talked.  When the cake came out of the oven, we iced it.  At the end, it looked like a huge donut. 

The taste?  It was so good I said, "It's not even like cake.  It's like its own thing."  It was a glorious day.


  • At October 27, 2012 7:29 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    "It's not even like cake. It's like its own thing."
    I love this idea. This needs to go in a poem somewhere.



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