The scent of vanilla and sugar wafted through my kitchen, bringing back a flood of memories. I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply.
For a moment, this 59-year-old Betty was transported back to her childhood, standing on tiptoes next to her grandmother as she crafted culinary magic…
“Nana, can I lick the spoon?” I’d ask my grandma.“Of course, my little Betty,” she’d reply with a wink. “A good baker always tastes her creations.”
Returning from my nostalgic trip to the past, I opened my eyes, smiling at the perfectly frosted cake before me.