A friend of ours, while observing a once smaller Evie playing in her room, gave her the nickname Tank, because as she watched, Evie bounded from one activity to the next, bouncing off of toys and walls, climbing over obstacles, and ignoring any of the usual toddler-aged melt-downs that accompany real and imagined pains caused by tumbles and falls. As I have watched Evie this weekend, it has occurred to me that this nickname Tank may just stick. My daughter is a whirling dervish of activity, a tornado in size 6 shoes. From the floor she can climb onto our bed, from the bed she can climb onto the floor, on either surface, she regards the established laws of physics as mere theories that are to be applied to lesser mortals. Watching her play, it is hard to believe that she is approaching only her second, and not fifth or sixth birthday; her height, vocabulary, and attitude all fit the temperament of a much older child.
It was among these reflections that this week’s cake, Peach and Cinnamon Pie , was made. The recipe was easy, calling for a batter of flour, sugar, baking powder, cinnamon, butter, eggs, and vanilla, as well as cut peaches and corn flakes for the crunchy topping. The batter was split in half, with part going on the bottom of the pie, and the other half mixed with cornflakes to go on top of the pie, after the peaches were added. The result was a sweet, crunchy, gooey mixture of peachy goodness.
Here is my cake:
And the book's cake:
Check in next week to see what Evie the Tank and I have made. Until then!
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