A birthday cake.
I had a dream about making a birthday cake. And not just any old birthday cake. MY birthday cake, the one I am going to enjoy a month from now. Never too early to get prepared, I guess.
The choices as I remember were between a plain cake cut into layers and my fancy Queen Mother Cake, also cut into layers with filling.
My mother was the uncontested champion of birthday cakes, Danish style. Wonder who, if any, has taken up the mantle in the old country or if by now, as with so many things, one just makes a trip to the supermarket and buys one. Pre-decorated and ready to eat.
I don't think they will ever taste the same as the ones made by a mother or sibling.