Growing up, I always looked up to my eldest sister, not just as a guide and mentor, but as an incredible cook and baker. From a very young age, she showed an unparalleled passion for the culinary arts. Whether it was whipping up a hearty meal or crafting delicate pastries, her skills were and continue to be, simply phenomenal. I often find myself in awe of her talent and wishing I could replicate even a fraction of her culinary prowess. Her latest culinary marvel involved a delightful set of cupcakes she made for my husband’s birthday. Remarkably, she managed to carry these heavenly treats all the way from Edmonton to share them with us. Each cupcake was a testament to her meticulous nature and loving spirit.
But the true magic happened after she arrived. She made the frosting with my 4 year old, and surprisingly, she said he was a fantastic listener. You never know with my little guy . Watching them work together was heartwarming; my son’s curious eyes soaked in her every movement, and his tiny hands eagerly mirrored her actions. The frosting they created together was nothing short of perfection. Rich, creamy, and decadently delicious, it complemented the cupcakes in the most delightful way. I think her recipe called for a can of sweetened condensed milk, so that says it all right there.
Indeed, my sister’s culinary creations have always managed to make ordinary moments extraordinary. Her ability to weave love, skill, and creativity into every dish is a rare gift. While I may never reach her level of culinary expertise, (am I kidding, I most definitely will NEVER reach her level), I am forever grateful for the delectable experiences she shares with us. Her passion is contagious, and each masterpiece she creates is a cherished memory in the making.
-Tonya Cherry-
