My grandmother started the tradition of baking a lambie cake for Easter. I love Easter as it is the beginning of spring and always falls around my birthday. It is just an exciting time of renewal in my honest opinion.
My grandma and mother tried unsuccessfully to make a lambie cake for decades in this mold. It turned into a challenge that as the next generation I have got to take up!
Lambie Cake Mold
My father told me in the year before he died that it was my job to make the lambie cake work. I am armed with cooking spray and am going to carry on the tradition. Wish me luck this Easter.
Family Lambie Cake recipe from 1950
I am sure we all have one favorite photograph that means the world to us. My favorite is the only photograph taken with all four generations of females in my family. My great-grandmother, grandmother, mother and me at 2 months old. I am the only one left in this photo. My great-grandmother died when I was 6 years old, my grandmother when I was 24 years old and my mother when I was 11 years old.
Four generations (1973)
Next week is my birthday and I was thinking about all these wonder women in this picture. I wish I could have spent more time with them all but I know that part of them are what makes me who I am today! This is my greatest treasure.
Finally after a long winter I am seeing signs of spring. My daffodils are starting to pop up and the lilacs had buds! After so much snow and cold this winter, I am ready for spring !
My little rose has been blooming this month too. I think I will plant outside once the threat of frost is gone.