
This is the birthday cake that became a tradition in our family. It was originally baked every year by my son’s Hungarian babysitter, whom he called Baba. After she died, her daughter passed on to me Baba’s treasured, inexact recipe, which works perfectly every time! The line of strawberries is de rigueur! Enjoy! And if you like desserts, check out my new picture book, It Happened on Sweet Street!









