“Can I put another marshmallow here?” Peaches is already pushing the pink marshmallow into the pink icing on the cake.
My birthday cake looks like something you’d serve at a sweet sixteen party to a room full of cheerleaders. It’s the gayest cake I’ve ever seen and I think I love it.
“Yeah, go for it.” I ruffle her hair. “If you can find room on that thing.” I check the stovetop to see everything is simmering nicely and going as planned.
“I’m finished,” Peaches says, stepping back from the table to admire her work. “Do you like it, Uncle Ryde?”
“I think I’m gonna marry it.”
She laughs and runs out of the kitchen. I stir the creamy white sauce and taste it again. It’s good. Real good. I could probably make a living out of cooking. Maybe I’ll give that a try someday.
“Oh, it smells lik
