Every once in a while, i would try my best to make someone happy.
I cooked my mom a full pasta meal when i was merely 10 years old.
I would drop little trails of (eherm) pixie dust to a birthday present.
I was very much reprimanded in both occasions.
As i remember, it was "not pixie dust".
My little "happy" giveaways never end beautifully.
Soon enough (about 10 years), I stopped trying.
Then, i met you.
You fell asleep.
Yes, my little "happy" treats never end successfully.
But this cake was delicious.