On the Third Day of Christmas Baking.....

Day 3: Caramel Cake

I baked yesterday. I've baked everyday since Saturday. I'll be baking everyday for the next week.
It's no surprise that my favorite room of the house is the kitchen.

Unfortunately I am "homeless" and I don't have a kitchen to call my own. I avoid paying any bills by balancing my time between Brian's house and my parents' house, and mostly living out of my car.

It's a hard-knock life.

Last night at my parents' house, I was lacking the groceries I had left at Brian's house, so I did not get to make the caramel frosting for this next cake. After another trip to the grocery store today, I'll finally get to finish my cake and I'll showcase it for you tomorrow.

This cake goes out to my two best friends, Erin and Ame.
(I'll just leave it at that for now, or else I'll get carried away and write an entire book.)

On a completely separate note, I came across a WRAL news story a few weeks ago that caught my attention. The story featured Amy Root, a young local woman who was discussing her husband's near-fatal motocross accident and their life after his brain injury. For some reason, this story really touched my heart. As I sat on the couch that Sunday morning, drinking my coffee, reading her story, and then watching the news clip, I cried.

There's only one week out of each month that I get emotional, and this wasn't even that week.

But there I sat, crying for this woman I don't even know. I think it was her devotion as a wife that really got to me.

This holiday season, I wrote Amy Root a Christmas card to let her know how her strength and devotion has been an encouragement to me, a total stranger. Her mailing address is listed on her blog. If you have any interest in following this story, I have posted links for you below.

Just thought I'd share that with you.

Tomorrow I'll be back to my normal baking posts, my witty remarks, and my typical sarcasm.

It's never my intention to tug at your heartstrings.