So it’s been re-discovered that I can make cakes.
I’ve found an easy recipe—the “Great Depression cake” or “dump cake” or whatever not-so-great-term you want to use—basically, it’s ridiculously cheap to make, so that I can make one or two for about $1. I’m still sorting out the icing and trying to find dairy items on sale, but either way, it’s a pretty reasonable task. And a small investment is worth putting some weight onto these kids and celebrating their lives.
We’ve decided that we’ll make them all as a gift to the family at least for this first while—A year? A few months? Certain families? We’re playing it by ear until it gets out of hand!
A few notes on birthday parties: they often involve us sitting at the honored spot. They also generally include excessively loud Burmese music on blown speakers. Cake is a very shared commodity—sometimes it is plated and given to a pair or a group to share.
This family particularly liked the feeding-each-other model, and I turned around twice to literally have a cookie or bite of something shoved in my mouth|nose|cheek.
Birthday parties involve so many people in one {tiny} house. Everyone gathered, singing for someone, sharing food {& spoons}, and laughing. When we’re often dealing with fighting and injuries and sickness and hunger, it’s fun to see mouths full of sugar and faces full of smiles. It’s recently become a highlight of the community living!