We just had our fall Social Work department dinner last weekend. As we were signing up for what we would bring, I pleased to see that Debbie signed up for her Pumpkin Cake. It wouldn't be the fall supper without it. It is a tradition. It is so delicious. It's the most moist, perfectly pumpkin, slightly cinnamon-y cake with lick-your-fork cream cheese frosting. I anticipate it every time. I had never tried to make it myself…until this week. What was I thinking?
When I asked her for the recipe to the cake she recited the ingredients and proportions. I was impressed. When I asked her for specific directions for making the cake she replied, "You make it like you make a cake! You know: cream the first few ingredients, add the dry, just make a cake." Debbie is a no-nonsense woman. She is practical, intentional, and wise.
She always brings the unfrosted cake, along with a container of cream cheese frosting already prepared and frosts it on location. How smart is that? No worrying about the frosting getting messed up, or the cake getting smashed in transit. (This cake doesn't require the "melding" time of having the frosting on for a day or so because this cake is so moist.)
After frosting the cake she handed the bowl to my husband for licking clean, knowing his intense love for cream cheese frosting. She just knows. I'm telling you, the woman is wise. (This post was another day she spoke wisdom in my life that I wrote about.)
After eating a slice on Friday night, and wishing for another slice, I decided to make it as soon as I could buy a can of pumpkin at the store this week. Lucy and I made it together and I told her my plan was to send a slice to each of the kids' teachers. That way I could bless the teachers and restrict my eating of it to a couple of slices! I knew I would whittle away with a slice here, and a bite there, and a fork-full here all week if I didn't ship it off. 


