He liked his pineapples, melons, oranges, all kinds of healthy fruits and vegetables too, but when I arrived that afternoon with a two layer nutmeg, cinnamon, allspice, infused, old fashioned layer cake with cream cheese frosting, whipped up fluffy and light.    He was especially possesive.  I knew he liked Spice cakes but I had no idea I’d never get to taste it.  He wouldn’t share with a soul.  My soul loved it.  It was worth not giving to the friend it was originally supposed to go to.  I’m ashamed to admit I didn’t specifically make it for him, but I didn’t specifically make it for the friend either.  It was a toss up and I don’t regret for one minute that I gave it to the stingy man called my dad.

Another day in the life of Bustersdaughter.