I guess baking a cake is sorta like riding a bicycle.

I had not made a cake since before I fell in January of 2006. 

That's right, over ten years.

In fact, Daughter reminded me that yesterday marked the tenth anniversary when I fell down the rabbit hole of surgery and returned damaged and  confused; my life changed forever.

Anyway, Daughter's 26th birthday was June 7, and because I've been doing better as of late, I determined I was going to bake a birthday cake.

So, I did. 

It is good.

I also cooked a birthday dinner. You will be saddened to learn I did not snap any photos of the meal. Let's just say it was a success also.

Happy birthday, my Daughter!