Last year I had the lemon version of these Strawberry Mother’s Day Cakes and I still can’t tell what’s so mother’s day about them. Really, Little Debbie, was the frosting pattern what made the name for you?
Anyway, the strawberry version has a sharper flavor that does remind me more of the life of a mother being bitter sweet. I don’t really know. I think of being a mom as being kind of like owning a cat. I love the little fur ball, but I can’t always be there to keep it safe.
I would figure that if you sat down and had tea with mom these cakes wouldn’t impress her that much. They would be something but not an impressive something.
That said these are good little things that I love to dip in my coffee. I think of my mom lost to me now for more than thirty years and say “I’m going to do better to make you proud”.
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