Michelle was hoping for lemon cake: Please? (Bambi eyes.) It always came out wrong when she did it, she claimed.

And then she just happened to mention that she and her father had bought a big box of raspberries on Saturday and we should eat them. Soon. (Checking, she added,) They all look great so far.

I protested, I never write it down, I just do, and I haven’t made it in awhile. (I should have checked the blog.) So I forged ahead: only, this time I used a cup of just-juiced lemons and a half a cup of almost-too-healthy Earth Balance. Butter would have been better, only, not around her dairy allergy.

Meanwhile, she rinsed the raspberries; we had about 10 oz left to play with. We patted them dry over and over with paper towels. Then I sprinkled them across the top of the cake (you have to work fast with that recipe) and about 1/4 c brown sugar over them.

Got it right this time. Oh most definitely.