And I thought Nana’s cake couldn’t be Beat(rix)
I have been thinking a lot lately about my dear Nana. It has been 4 years since she passed and probably a decade since she baked me anything. But those memories of cake, real cake, that Nana used to make, are always on the tip of my tongue. Everybody loves cake. Who doesn’t love… Read More And I thought Nana’s cake couldn’t be Beat(rix)









