I have been wanting to bake something for our neighbor. After being in ICU for more than 2 weeks and then in a rehab facility... she is finally home. I witnessed her walking up to her front door when just weeks before they thought she would never return home.
They have two dogs, Abbey and Twitt, who have become really good friends to my two little ducklings. We fed the dogs each night while Bob stayed with his wife at the hospital. The kids looked forward to going over each night and still ask if they can go feed them.
Corbyn helped in every way possible. He measured the three cups of flour. He used every bit of elbow grease that he had stirring and whisking in all the spices. He even cracked the eggs!!! Recipe here.
We later took the mini cakes over to surprise them and stayed to talk and hang out for bit. I was surprised at how well she looked and moved about. She is an odd lady, but one of the most friendliest people ever. I haven't spent much time talking with her the past couple of years it seems, probably because she can be so odd. During the time of taking care of her babies and entering her home without her being there, I begin to regret not making more of an effort of saying hi. Now that she was given a second chance, I feel like I am too. My kids crawled through their doggy doors and all over the furniture and I never felt like a bad mom... they are great people and I am very thankful for all the wonderful support I have in my life. Go bake a cake and say a prayer for everyone that is important to you. take care.