Pound Cakes

July continues to churn along, and my birthday is coming up!!! So I decided to make me a cake. A Buttermilk Pound Cake!!! I wish, you, the reader could smell my kitchen right now. It smells like momma's house on Kenmore Street. It smells like a million calories!!!! It smells like butter and sugar and lemon and vanilla, are dripping off the walls!!!
My birthday is a few days away, but I have been known to celebrate for AT LEAST!! July and August.
I wish that I had delayed my taste test, until the cake cooled, but delayed gratification is not one of my strong points!!hence the early birthday cake!!!
I had been reading, The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake, about this young girl who can taste her mothers emotions in her cake. I began to wonder about all the cakes my mom has made over the years, and what she put into them, besides ingredients. I know there was love thrown in, maybe some loneliness, what ifs, secret wishes???
My pound cake would taste like, happiness, that I have the time to cook from scratch, in the summer. There are some tears among the batter, and blessings for so many good years on this earth. Plus a big laugh, into the bowl, because I make myself laugh!!!! The buttermilk spilled, the dog is licking it up, and me stroking my turquoise Kitchen Aid mixer, since I have not see her in awhile!!!! You can smell the joy in my kitchen, Happy birthday to me!!!!!