Perhaps you’ve wondered where my blog got its name. Long story short: I love cake, and I always have.
Several years ago when I was a wee little Rachel, we had a birthday party for my younger brother. It should probably go without saying that cake was (ok, is) my favorite part of other people’s birthdays. So I waited as patiently as possible while he opened his presents. As soon as the paper was off the last one, I burst out with “Well, I’m ready for some cake!” thinking that this was the polite way to move the party in that direction. I thought I was being so mature, since it was usually adults who said such things. Looking back, I probably missed a key piece in the social situations I was imitating: it’s usually the host who says it’s time for cake. Details like that are lost on children.
The party moved right along and life went on for several more years. Then about a year ago my Dad decided to dig up some old family videos and convert them to digital. And guess what video he found? The birthday one. Of course. The rest of my family watched and laughed at my early gluttony, documented more than a decade ago. It became a family joke. Not a birthday passes without someone referencing my love for cake. And now I relive that memory everyday when I sign into my blog. It makes me smile.