Day 26 ~ 31 Haiku in Search of a Voice ~
Easter cakes rising
Rising like the morning sun
In my Mom’s cake pans.
I used to love to bake with my Mom when I was a little girl. We always had homemade chocolate chip cookies and peanut butter cookies to whip together. We made brownies, cupcakes and fudge and my Mom always made our birthday cakes. I didn’t know there was such a thing as a bakery way back then. I remember how my Mom lined the bottom of her cake pans with wax paper cut to the shape and size of the pan, and then she sprinkled flour on top of the wax paper before carefully pouring in the cake batter. Mom’s cakes never, ever stuck to the bottom of the pans. I don’t know why I haven’t baked in such a long time. Maybe it’s because my old oven was SO temperamental and never baked evenly or timely. But last night, I baked. And baked. I baked chocolate and vanilla cakes to make Easter Bunny Cakes for my grandkids. I baked the cakes in my most precious pans, my Mom’s. As I peeked into my oven, I could see the easy, perfect rise and the aroma filled our home. The vanilla cakes reminded me of the Sun. I saw a Haiku in Search of a Voice! I thought of my Mom, too, and I am excited for her to see my homemade cakes today – on Easter Sunday – made in those very same pans. Happy Easter!