Mom's B-day
Today was mom’s birthday. So I cleaned the house, arranged the dinner table, did laundry and baked her a cake rificulously full with pistachios, almonds, hazelnuts and lots of chocolate. Actually those chocolates are the ones my mother has been hoarding since she got back from Brazil. I wonder if she really has actually the intention of ever eating them... ever. She ate almost half cake just by herself… so I pretty much think she liked it. My mother doesn't like any kind of frosting, so it was a bare nude cake... but then she decided to "decorate" it herself just by throwing some peach pieces on one side... I don't really think she knows the words "decoration", "pretty", "style" or common sense at all. (Birthday tip: Don't put the candles in the cake when it's still warm... the candles just... well, melt.) Even that we don't get along half of the time, it just made me happy to make my mother happy