I hope so. And if there is, I bet it's chocolate cake with brown sugar frosting. That was my dad's favorite. Mine too. Something about that combo is just perfect.
Last week would have been my dad's 80th birthday, so I baked this cake to celebrate. It's not pretty. It's not fancy. It's just delicious. Even Bea couldn't keep her fingers out of it.
My dad passed away seven years ago - about ten years longer than he ever thought he'd live (longevity is not a Weishaar trait), but five months shy of meeting his last grandchild, Bea.
I wish my dad could have met Bea. He would have liked her. She's got his sense of humor. And his sweet tooth.
