Cakes have always been associated in my memories with love, goodness, giving and joy. I grew up adoring chocolate cakes from Goldilocks. When Red Ribbon came, not a birthday passed by without my sister buying for us. The reason why I learned to bake is due to my undoubted love for it. Instead of tangible yet nonsense gifts, rolls and rolls of this dessert lace every table, in every occasions. Now, everywhere you go, a bakery or a cafe always have a version of this.
Now my kids bore the same love for it. Well, as a kid, anything that's chocolate is already food. My kids would devour bars and truffles in one sitting and the culprit on stains on clothes can easily be determined till the "dramastic" change in our life came. (Dramastic is a portmanteau word were drastic and drama were compounded).
So why the word dramastic, it was the time we found out that both my parent's had become type 2 diabetics from type 1. Worst came the heart-breaker, when our then five-year old daughter was diagnosed as type 2 diabetic. She almost went to coma but with God's ultimate grace and friends' and relatives' contemplative prayers and support we were able to accept the fact that she needed to take insulin injections all her life with constant blood-sugar monitoring. She got better, but facing the big change in the family's lifestyle was tough. We have to surrender our sweet cravings when she's around. Coke and soft-drinks are no-nos in the house. Candies are given away and I have to lay off baking and chocolate-making.