My Grandmother made them under the direction of her mother ( who I remember) and passed the recipe along to my mother, who in turn passed it on to me. That and it's simple. The only thing needed out of the ordinary is a cast iron skillet. It's beautiful and sweet but not so sweet like most of the cakes and frosting's I taste today. And of course the first bite always transports me to some neglected memory that needed dusting off.
Gene took the cake down to the fire station for Matt since it was training night. I hope it was shared and that Matt got to take a piece or two home for later.
Speaking of sharing, cats and dogs don't always share as nicely as we would like. This isn't often apparent since mostly, they like different things. Once in a while, it's a problem. So it was with the snuggle round bed that I put on the floor for Jack to curl up in by the loom. Rodger the cat is now spending more time in with onset of colder, wetter weather and his place of choice is, as you've guessed, Jacks bed. There has been growling and swatting and pitiful paw wringing and tail flicking, hair has gone up and hissing has alerted the whole household to the rift. Now what happens is whoever loses the bed then stalks over and takes over some other hapless souls sleeping area and so on and so on until I have ended up with a household of displaced dogs. I can sit from my desk chair and watch it happen. It is the classic "and the little one said Rollover, Rollover, and they all rolled over and the one fell out...."
There was only one thing to do and that was to buy another bed. For $16.00 order has been restored down the line.
Everyone is sleeping in their own "just right" spot and peace now reins again in the little kingdom.
Oh look, I've disturbed the sleeping beauties!
