I Knew You Were Coming.... So I Baked A Cake

We are religious in our own way.  Our religion is ACCEPTANCE.

We certainly don't and will not ever not bake a cake simply because someone is gay or has a gay spouse.

Love is Love

and it comes in many forms.

Our current Supreme Court is not a fair one. It has been over-powered by a President who does not believe in the same rights for everyone, and because of that he is working diligently, just waiting for any level headed judges to retire or die so that he can make the Court one that those who voted him into our White House, mostly people who have twisted the words in the Bible and cherry picked it to pieces, in order to live in a backwards 1950's kind of moral world.

I have vivid memories of that world when in 1963 my eldest brother passed away suddenly at the age of eleven.

Our family was devastated and it is a loss that my mother never recovered from. 

 Her burden could have been eased, even if only a minute, but her wishes to have a Methodist hymn that she had grown up with played in St. Paul's Lutheran Church in a small Iowa town, were dashed to the ground by a Pastor who never saw fit to give my mother the gift of 'love and empathy' at a time when she so needed it. 

I was only nine years old when my brother died, and I watched year after year for my mother to show signs of recovering from this loss.  She never truly did, something she and I discussed when I was in my early forties.

Trying to talk about the loss of my brother even 30 some years later still brought her to tears.

So my question is, why are Christians and many who purport to being Christians, so mean to their fellow humans who perhaps are different from them?

Why can't they put the issue of a song or hymn aside and just let a grieving mother have it played and sung at her son's funeral?
Why is it that so many of them lack the empathy gene?

And why can't they just bake a fucking cake for a wedding?

Just mix the ingredients, put it in the oven, and then frost it nicely.

Since when has it become so difficult for Christians to simply be nice to others?

They are heartless and would stab someone in the back with their cake frosting knife rather than do the humane thing and just bake the cake.

My mother never recovered, and by the time I was in my early teens she and I had both turned away from the church and all of the insane rules it holds so dear that do nothing more than hurt people.

She, nor I, ever forgave the pastor, and I hope that he was questioned about his action towards my family when he arrived at those pearly gates that he and all of his sheep believe in.

The simple act of baking a decorating a cake has now become an issue for them, 

and they see Donald Trump's Supreme Court's decision as a sign from their un-forgiving God, who Himself created gays,

as a win for them.

How twisted is that?

Oh, and here a a few photos of cakes we have baked in our home that we have shared with anyone who enters our atheist home. 

 We love. We share.  We bake.

{this image from Pier One, but I do own the bunny cake stand)

Birthdays

 Late January through mid-February are our celebration times here at Casa de Sprinkle.

 So, I thought I would share a few photos of what jumped into our bellies.

 There was a chocolate cake, and a bundt cake for a bit of dessert every day, but we froze half of each cake for later this winter.... for a snowy day celebration should we EVER GET SNOW!  That's right, it's been a snowless February and nothing on the future forecast to make us even think we will see any white stuff this month.

Very strange.

 My birthday meal was sort of a jumbalaya... anyway, it had some of those same ingredients, as well as the spice to go along with it.

My husband made a cajun spice mixture from scratch with an Emeril Lagasse recipe found on line.  I had attempted to find a pre-made cajun spice at the store, and when there were none to be found, my husband turned to the internet.

It was pretty tasty, although I expected it to add a bit more of a punch than it did.

 When it comes to any recipe with pasta in it, I'm all over it! 

 His birthday meal was a petit steak, with a side of grilled asparagus sprinkled with his favorite spice mixture, as well as shrimp per my request.  Steak gets too heavy sometimes and shrimp is better for helping to control cholesterol levels.

 A baked potato with a small drop of sour cream went well with the menu too.

 He enjoyed his cards, and I enjoyed my cards.  Any card with a dog on the front always just makes his day.

Woof!

About Sunday

 So when my husband asked me what kind of birthday cake I wanted I told him that a bundt cake would be nice, and something with perhaps some nuts or coconut, or... whatever, because I am not overly picky when it comes to cake.  I pretty much love it all.

 So he grabbed a moist white cake mix from the pantry and added a box of vanilla instant pudding, followed the instructions on the box and then added a handful of chopped pecans and a handful of coconut and mixed it all up along with a dab of red food coloring which turned it all a nice peachy color.

 It turned out of the bundt pan perfectly without a hitch... look how beautiful!

 We took half of it along to the Super Bowl party we attended and it seemed to be loved.

This morning I had a slice of the remaining half and I am sure I will continue to polish it off as the week progresses.

 It really was a pretty cake. My husband does not do buttercream frosting well, so I toddled off to town and purchased the powdered sugar that was needed and mixed up the frosting and did that myself..... 

 Cake, Cards, Flowers.... it was all good and made my Social Security birthday one worth celebrating.

 I would share a slice with you if I could.

No.... Seriously.... I would!

And so, the Super Bowl is over for another year and my team, the Broncos, won!

If you are a Panthers fan and feeling out of sorts today, somewhat let down and sad.

please come to my house and have a slice of cake.

What better way to spend a Monday morning!

Oh!  And how about that Lady Gaga!  She was awesome.

Sorry, Beyonce.... you and your big butt shaking girls just aren't ma thang.

ugh.