My baby brother and other siblings had this cake every holiday from my maternal grandmother. Probably was a very "generic" (that word didn't exist back then) recipe to Grammy but we thought the cake was like stepping into heaven.

Brown sugar and other mysterious and very plain ingredients cooked on the stove oh so very just so. Scraping the frosting from the plate after the cake was gone we were all guilty of.

I made it again today, well yesterday in quite a hurry. One of the next generation exclaimed some complements about it. Not sure whether they really thought it was good or whether or not... don't care going for another piece right now and hoping to keep it a secret from my eleven year old son who likes it too.

You know, other people would have pictures of themselves and the new baby or the presents or whatever, but my baby brother and I had a picture taken of us with THE CAKE.