The first time my eyes gazed upon this beauty I was smitten. There it sat on the pages of my Women's Day magazine, wonderful in every way. I had to have it. It would be the perfect gift for Mother's Day - Vanilla Buttermilk Cake with Instant Fudge Frosting.
I'm am still mourning the fact that I never got a birthday cake. When I saw the recipe and picture for the Buttermilk cake I knew that it was the perfect choice, however, I didn't know how the assembly and creating was going to fit into my schedule.
I left the photo and recipe on my counter so that I could stare at it and dream. My mouth watered and my lips trembled at each look. I hoped to hand it off to someone and have them joyfully create it, but who?
My mother arrived on the scene and questioned, "What can I bring for Mother's Day?" The sides of my lips curled into a smile as I reached for the recipe. "Do you love me?" I questioned. "Of course, why?" I handed her the recipe and photo and shared my dream of slicing a piece of the triple layer cake on Mother's Day and escorting it to my mouth with a small scoop of vanilla ice cream.
Although the ingredients list was intensive and the creating would be time consuming, she agreed to attempt making my Vanilla Buttermilk Cake with Fudge Frosting. I could not wait. I was so thankful, and repeatedly told her so.
My mother's labor of love was divine - everything I imagined. It was dreamy. It was fudgy and fantastic. Unwillingly, I shared my cake with everyone, and they all loved it. No slice was wasted.
Leave it to my mom, and her generous spirit, to offer her baking services. She is always willing to do anything for me, including, spending time and money to make my dream cake, the day before Mother's Day. I owe her big time.