🎂 It's About Cake But It's Not About Cake

Finding your voice can take some time.

“The Darsh Girls” — that’s me on the bottom right.

There was a Winter Birthday Rule in my family and it had to be followed.

If your birthday was in the winter (and mine was in late November), you had to have a whipped cream cake. No questions, no discussion. Here’s your cake, blow out the candles.

Now, you might be thinking, “Okay. Who wouldn’t want that?”

Me, actually.

I didn’t want a whipped cream cake but I had one every year for the first 16 years of my life.

Until one day, I broke free. But more of that in a minute. First, let’s talk about that cake.

There Is One Choice, Young Lady

Rosemary’s Bakery was the only bakery in Watertown, CT, where I grew up.

Located smack dab on Main Street, kitty-corner to St. John the Evangelist School (where all five children in my family went), Rosemary’s was where everyone went, even Protestants. And Rosemary only made whipped cream cakes (with chocolate wings, if you got fancy) in wintertime. (If you’re wondering, the Watertown Library was at the other…