24 May 2024

Published May 22, 2024 by rochellewisoff

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Genr: Memoir
Word Count: 100

ON A ROLL

My father was a cook by trade and a baker by passion.

There was nothing he loved more than cooking for a crowd or creating delicious desserts. Pineapple cheese pecan pie was his signature dish. It’s my decided opinion that the Philadelphia cream cheese company owes him for the publicity. In fact, as I was giving birth to my third son, Dear Old Dad was outside the door feeding the nurses cherry-cream-cheese muffins.

At his funeral a year later, the young rabbi delivered a beautiful eulogy.

I couldn’t help but think, “If Dad were here, he’d bake her a pie.”

My dad is the reason I became a cake decorator. We took a class together. I surprised him with this cake on his 65th birthday. 😀

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62 comments on “24 May 2024

  • Your Dad was a wonderful cook/baker. I always looked forward to his meals. His other phenomenal trait was his humor. He could have been a professional stand up comic. He was that good. A great tribute to him M’Luv.

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    • Dear Anonymous Jan,

      I wish I could find the photo of you getting ready to cut into the cake. Dad did enjoy cooking for a crowd, didn’t he? I do miss his sense of humor. In a given situation, I still think “I know what Dad would say…” Thank you, m’luv.

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  • I love the story, and the memories, and the photo of the Head Cake! I’m always tickled to think who ate what. Like a little kid, I wonder who got the nostrils and if there were boogers … 😉 Can you tell I work with younglings? 😉

    Na’ama

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    • Dear Linda,

      As I worked as a cake decorator for all those years, I used to think how proud Dad would’ve been. After all, it was his idea to take a cake decorating class together. What fun that was! He never got the hang of it. Arthritis in his hands prevented him. However he usually came to class with something tasty to feed the class. Thank you.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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  • That cake takes the term “Eat me!” to an entirely different place. It must have been surreal for him to eat a rendition of his head. As is the art of cake decorating. I’m always amazed by what people can do and how people can eat art, even when that’s its purpose.

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