Where the Streets Have No Name

Charged with providing dessert for the first BBQ of the grilling season (which should be all year, by the way) at the neighbor’s, I decided on baking a themed cake, my latest interest. I wanted to come up with something that we all had in common.

Well, let’s see. The boys play golf; that excludes the girls. The girls get together for coffee; that excludes the boys. The kids’ ages vary from 9 months old to 8 years old; I’m not yet knowledgeable on children’s stuff — mine’s the 9 month old. Crafting a gas grill complete with flames and meat out of cake and frosting seemed a little out of my reach. After a few more ideas that didn’t quite encompass everybody, I had my Well, Duh Moment: We all live on the same street, genius.

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Welcome to easily inspired… A new month, a new project. What will be next?