What I'm Doing at 20:11 in 2011... It's funny to me how certain tastes and smells can bring on a flood of memories like no other trigger can. I cannot see/taste/smell/think of German Chocolate cake without thinking of my mother. She loved it.
For me, it's a once in a while treat. I don't make it often at home because the rest of my family are not big fans... but I cannot pass up a taste whenever it's offered.
Tonight, someone brought these beauties to RCIA for our break time. I chance for me to share in sweet treat, with sweet memories.