
Birthday Baking
Every year I bake something for myself on my birthday. It’s a pair of things my mother accidentally taught me. While for much of my life my mother did not like to talk about her own birthday, she loved to celebrate mine, my sister’s, her grandchildren’s, all were cause for her to bake a cake, or some other marker, to share with our friends. But my mother never ate those cakes: she was allergic to wheat. ...