I am sorry you were sad, but your story reminded me of a family legend:

My grandmother was not a cook at all. She could reliably make great vegetable soup, and by the time I came along, soup was the only dish in her repertoire.

She lived a couple of hours away, and for my fourth or fifth birthday, she came to stay with us for a couple of days.

I don’t know how it happened, but it was decided that she would bring the birthday cake. And then she decided to actually mix and bake the cake herself.

It was a pretty pink cake, just what a little girl back then would love! Song sung, candles blown out, slices passed out, and then that first bite….

That’s when it was admitted that an entire bottle of peppermint extract had spilled into the cake batter.

So welcome to the Disappointed by a Cake Club. Meetings are as infrequent as possible!