Okay, so I admit it. I turned 50 yesterday. There you have it. There's a candle for every decade represented. I wouldn't want to set off the smoke alarms. My sweet husband went to great lengths to buy presents. Actually the wrapping was more difficult for him, I believe. He didn't even know where the wrapping paper was. I came home to the Christmas wrapping box out. Poor guy.
My sweet daughter baked her first cake from scratch totally by herself. It's a German pound cake with my grandmother's fudge frosting on top. YUMMY! It's the kind of frosting that you scrape the pan of every possible remnant afterwards.
Here's another truth. The kitchen was/is a mess. And I'm having pound cake for breakfast today. Isn't it pretty much like coffee cake? Yep, I think so.