I am still sore as the massage and physical therapy continue but things are improving for now, the best that can be said for a chronic situation. I was also able to contact my financial institution and have had the fees taken for the stop payment on a deposited check restored to my account. Thanks to all who commented for your support regarding my last post.
Have any of you ever heard of or eaten tomato soup cake? I had my first slice yesterday at a birthday get-together for a friend's elderly father. It is a dense cake full of raisins and nuts and my friend iced hers, with a white frosting which I expected to be cream cheese but wasn't. It is her father's favorite cake and an old family recipe her mother would bake.
In looking up the history of tomato soup cake, I discovered that it is a uniquely American creation dating from the twenties and thirties which experienced a re-surgence in the mid-sixties. According to what I read, most of the original versions of this cake were loaves and served without icing, a nod to the frugality of Depression-era cookery. Later, Campbell's used this cake to promote its soup. There are many photos of this cake online and my friend's was wonderful with coffee. Her father loved the cake, party and his cards and gifts. It was a small and simple gathering but one which brought him much joy.
It is always a pleasure to be around those you know to be caring, honest and decent, a needed remedy to the other situation. Speaking of birthdays, my great-aunt who was really a great aunt, is celebrating her birth today. In her late nineties, she lives with limited mobility, Parkinson's and increasing deafness. Her voice has gotten so soft it is almost impossible to hear when she speaks and time and again, I am reminded of the cruelties of advancing years.
Gone are the days when I could pick up the phone at any hour and find her at the other end, strong of voice, in good humor and always ready to talk of life in her town or the larger world. Like me, she was always reading and loved to talk about books. How I miss those times. I have her to thank for many of my favorite childhood books sent as packages to our home overseas then eagerly devoured and kept as treasures. Of all of my mother's relations, she was and remains a favorite. It is she who most resembles my mother in appearance, though thankfully, not in disposition. Eunice is kindness itself, a quality I see less of in the world today. Happy Birthday and thank you for being such a wonderful human being.
Until Next Time...