It’s my 41st birthday today, and my oven died this morning – with my birthday cake in it. What are the chances? The oven was flashing a warning code earlier this morning, but after unplugging it according to the instructions in the owner’s manual, it seemed to be working again. My husband put the cake in the oven when it was heated to 350 degrees. I checked on it after 30 and 40 minutes, and it didn’t seem to be setting very well. I then realized that the oven was barely warm anymore. I tried turning it off and on a few times, but no luck.
So I scraped the half-baked cake into my slow cooker, and I’m hoping it will be edible. But actually, I don’t even care. I feel so blessed to have reached another birthday. My family and I are happy and healthy. I couldn’t imagine or hope for any life other than the one I’m living. Life is fleeting. Days turn into months and years and decades. When I’m old and gray, I’ll look back fondly on these times.
I will love this lemon cake, no matter how awful it turns out. My daughter is looking forward to helping with the lemon glaze after school. Anything tastes good with a lemon glaze on top, right?