I made a lamb cake. Because "that is what we do"

The lamb cake mold. 

The lamb cake mold. 

I made a lamb cake for Easter. Our family has been cobbling by, trying to piece together holidays and create new traditions. Easter was never really a big holiday for us. We went to church, we found some eggs in the yard, ate a bunch of candy and then this amazing bread thing that my mom made. She would roll the dough to look like a nest of eggs and decorate each egg with a different color sprinkle. It was all white flour and sugar and amazing. It kinda looked like this: 

You have to trust me on this one. It's amazing.

You have to trust me on this one. It's amazing.

But the lamb cake was a tradition. As I was preparing to make it, my sister reminded me that we never liked the frosting that Mom made. And I never really cared for the cake. But that is how strong the pull of this lamb cake tradition is! I had to make it even though we didn't particularly like it! This year we had Easter at my brother's apartment and I was thankful for him for hosting, thankful for his excitement to show us what he and his girlfriend had cooked up. I was thankful that it was easy. It gave me hope for my family, that we could establish some new, real, lasting traditions of our own. Ones that remind us of our past and bring back good memories, but are different and distinct. I found one thing that I also loved this year. We celebrated Easter with our neighbors by going to a neighborhood Easter egg hunt. It was organized by someone else, we didn't have to do anything besides pay 5 dollars. It started on time, it ended on time, and it was exactly as advertised. I loved it and immediately filed it under "new tradition" as long as we live here. 

This was a difficult, difficult hunt. I want to say that my son is above average intelligence, because he did not have trouble finding eggs here. 

This was a difficult, difficult hunt. I want to say that my son is above average intelligence, because he did not have trouble finding eggs here. 

But the lamb cake was a tradition. As I was preparing to make it, my sister reminded me that we never liked the frosting that Mom made. And I never really cared for the cake. But that is how strong the pull of this lamb cake tradition is! I had to make it even though we didn't particularly like it! This year we had Easter at my brother's apartment and I was thankful for him for hosting, thankful for his excitement to show us what he and his girlfriend had cooked up. I was thankful that it was easy. It gave me hope for my family, that we could establish some new, real, lasting traditions of our own. Ones that remind us of our past and bring back good memories, but are different and distinct. I found one thing that I also loved this year. We celebrated Easter with our neighbors by going to a neighborhood Easter egg hunt. It was organized by someone else, we didn't have to do anything besides pay 5 dollars. It started on time, it ended on time, and it was exactly as advertised. I loved it and immediately filed it under "new tradition" as long as we live here. 

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But I know why you are sticking around until the end. 

You want to see the lamb cake? 

Patricia Cruz