Friday, February 2, 2007

The yellow bowl

My mom made the best birthday celebrations when I was a kid. We never had money for birthday parties that would include friends or extended family members. No aunts, uncles, cousins, or grandparents, no classmates, neighborhood kids, maybe one best friend, but that was it. The celebrations were the best, because of the cake. Angel food with Cool Whip frosting. A real treat and only made on birthdays.

To this day my mon is the only one that can bake the yellow bowl birthday cake. It was, is, her specialty. A secret that was developed through necessity. Not having a baking pan suitable for an angel food cake my mom decided to leave the batter in the bowl and bake it. It worked. The yellow bowl birthday cake became "THE" birthday cake in my family.

The bowl, white on the inside and yellow on the outside,was the largest bowl in the Pyrex nesting bowl series "from the oven to table ", that was very popular in the 1960's. That bowl is the only surviving one. I do not know what happened to the other 3. Maybe they broke, chipped, or were left at some one's home after a "bring a dish to pass" gathering of family and friends. But the most important one is still in the cupboard, under the counter, near the phone, on the top shelf left hand side. That bowl has been stowed in that spot for 35 plus years.

I have asked my mother for the bowl several times. The answer is always the same. No. "You can have it when I die." Great, that makes for a happy time, I'm really looking forward to that day.

1 comment:

bubbles said...

I now have a faded collection of those bowls! My mom's were the last to join my collection in August. I think I bought them for her for Christmas one year when I was in about the 7th grade. There others came from my grandma's kitchen. Mom's are avacado green and in brand new condition (not for long around here!), grandma's were faded red when I got them, all with that nice, shiny white interior. I checked and there are three yellow ones, all smaller in size.

That was a wonderful idea she had, and isn't it special how family treasures and traditions start? It isn't because of some grand thing, the best are from the simplest of things.