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Last night I baked cakes.
Erin invited me to her daughter's 2-year birthday party, and I volunteered to make the cake. Then I volunteered to make more than one, because some of her family members are eating low-carb, and, well...I know a little bit about low-carb.
I used the NordicWare pans that I was buying for Robin, because she loved them. The cake for the little girl was made in the castle, which I've used once before, on Robin's last birthday. The low-carb cakes were baked in the 2-cottage pan, which I never used at all - that was to be used this Christmas, for gingerbread cakes.
I used almond flour in a recipe made for coconut flour, and nearly made a mess of it, but remembered what Robin taught me and just added more dry ingredients, guessing correctly because we've done this before.
Tonight I frosted them. I made sugar-free buttercream for the low-carb cakes, just the way she taught me. Probably sweeter than she would have liked. The frosting is really a hack job, and covers up the beautiful detail of the cake, but I expect the 2-year-old will forgive me, especially since there are 11 Disney princess figures standing around the cakes.
I made sure to thank Robin for every lesson I used.
Afterward, I put together my meds. This is the first time I've needed to do that since...since. We always did that at the same time, each of us with a tray in front, silently counting out pills, occasionally asking each other for spares. "Do you have any multivitamins? I'm out." That kind of thing. I ran out of D3 and couldn't ask. Instead, I went to the closet where I had put away her box of meds, and found her bottle of D supplements.
I thanked her.
Tomorrow or Monday I'll be fixing some clothing. I'll be using sewing techniques she taught me, and I'll thank her then, too.
I'm remembering the good things. That's progress, right? But these memories make me sad, too, because we won't me making more of them.
Erin invited me to her daughter's 2-year birthday party, and I volunteered to make the cake. Then I volunteered to make more than one, because some of her family members are eating low-carb, and, well...I know a little bit about low-carb.
I used the NordicWare pans that I was buying for Robin, because she loved them. The cake for the little girl was made in the castle, which I've used once before, on Robin's last birthday. The low-carb cakes were baked in the 2-cottage pan, which I never used at all - that was to be used this Christmas, for gingerbread cakes.
I used almond flour in a recipe made for coconut flour, and nearly made a mess of it, but remembered what Robin taught me and just added more dry ingredients, guessing correctly because we've done this before.
Tonight I frosted them. I made sugar-free buttercream for the low-carb cakes, just the way she taught me. Probably sweeter than she would have liked. The frosting is really a hack job, and covers up the beautiful detail of the cake, but I expect the 2-year-old will forgive me, especially since there are 11 Disney princess figures standing around the cakes.
I made sure to thank Robin for every lesson I used.
Afterward, I put together my meds. This is the first time I've needed to do that since...since. We always did that at the same time, each of us with a tray in front, silently counting out pills, occasionally asking each other for spares. "Do you have any multivitamins? I'm out." That kind of thing. I ran out of D3 and couldn't ask. Instead, I went to the closet where I had put away her box of meds, and found her bottle of D supplements.
I thanked her.
Tomorrow or Monday I'll be fixing some clothing. I'll be using sewing techniques she taught me, and I'll thank her then, too.
I'm remembering the good things. That's progress, right? But these memories make me sad, too, because we won't me making more of them.
