HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Grandma!
Today my Grandma turns 100 years old and she's having a party! With Centennial Cake, root beer floats and lots and lots of love.
Because we can't be with her to celebrate, we're making a Centennial Cake too. And root beer floats!
Root beer floats are one of the finer joys of summer. Clearly my grandma's sense of propriety and good taste is firmly intact.
So lift your glass (preferably a heady mug of creamy root beer goodness) in honor of my Grams, and toast her longevity and prosperity in the days to come.
Centennial Marble Cake
Light portion:
2 c flour
1 1/2 c sugar
1/2 c butter
1/2 c milk
4 egg whites
1/2 tsp. cream of tartar
1/4 tsp baking soda
dash vanilla or nutmeg
Dark portion:
2 1/2 c flour
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp. cream of tartar
1 tsp cloves
1 tsp. cinnamon
1/2 tsp nutmeg
1/2 c butter
1 c sugar
1/2 c molasses
1/2 c milk
4 egg yolks
1 egg white
For the light portion, sift the flour and baking soda, cream the butter and sugar, add vanilla or nutmeg. Blend the creamed mixture with the flour, alternating with milk. Beat the egg whites with the cream of tartar then fold into the batter.
Follow similar prodcedure for the dark batter, then drop by alternating spoonfuls into a greased and floured tube pan, swirling with a knife to blend. bake 350 degrees for approximately 1 hour.
Oh, and as for frosting, use whatever is your favorite. (I'm using chocolate fudge frosting, but that's because I just can't fathom a marble cake without fudgy frosting. )
Cooks.com has a recipe for Centennial Cake too:
Centennial Cake with Seven-Minute Frosting

Maybe there's more to that Harvey principle than I thought . . .




Here's a peek inside so you can see how nicely the lining and interior pockets look. Admittedly, at-home parties are not normally "my bag," but the quality and workmanship of these totes really impressed me.
Here are two snapshots of Big Daddy whoopin' it up with his home boy. The fun started with Big Daddy pushing



The spatula was abandoned in favor of the four-fingered paddle method. Whooo-weeee! It's four-finger lickin' good!
My good friend Miriam over at
I leave you with this adorable shot of 
Oh, and my neighbor's precocious three-year-old used me as a giant dress-up doll. Picture me playing princess — strung with old Mardi Gras beads, a well-worn, straw cowboy hat (crown!) and a Disney princess sleeping bag for a royal cape. I sat sweating under that cape for easily half an hour or more, silently praying for an intervention that never came.