Same table. Same chairs. Same paneling. Same cake.
My mother wasn’t much for cooking, but she loved to bake. She learned it from her mom who baked for a living. In our family, “Wilson” never meant sporting goods… only fancy cake decorating equipment.
Joe was lucky enough to get one of grandma’s elaborate cakes before she passed away. I may have inherited all the paraphernalia, but not the gift of steady hands. My specialty is bowl-licking.