For tonight's class, we made the EXACT same cake that my mother made for me as a child. Goes to show you that if something isn't broken, don't change it!
Voila, my clown cake. Yes, I named him Tom. I was practicing my letters, but didn't have room for something longer!
I looked through my photos to see if I had that photo from when I was a kid, sticking my finger into the frosting while wearing yellow feetsie pajamas (not unlike my friend, the clown), but no luck. My sister will have to do some spelunking in the family archives for that...
Monday, February 16, 2009
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