2020 has been a year to remember and one that most want to forget.
To say it has been a difficult one would be an understatement, at least for me.
The year started off nicely. I had just started dating a new amazing guy that I really liked. The kids were in school and happy enjoying time with their friends. My job was thriving, and I was looking forward to a great year.
Then about two months into the year, everything went downhill and quickly.
I stared at the front door from behind the bars of my kennel, waiting to hear the click of the lock from the front door turning into place. Followed by the footsteps down the front porch onto the driveway, then the sound of the car door slamming shut.
A few seconds later, I heard the roar of the engine that sounded like music to my ears. I closed my eyes and listened to that sound fade away into the distance before I moved one single muscle.
If I had to choose my favorite fall treat, I would probably pick the classic Pumpkin Pie or anything involving pumpkin for that matter. But instead I decided to share my Pop Pop’s favorite holiday treat which is what he called War Cake also known as the “Poor Man’s Cake.”
His mother, my great-grandmother Viola, made this cake for him as a boy growing up during World War II.