Bevin Wallace

It snowed here last week, which a potent reminder that summer is definitely coming to an end. Normally, I welcome fall; I love the cooler temps and chance to pull out the sweaters and jeans. But this year? As we’ve all been saying since March, nothing is “normal” these days.

Okay so. It’s been a few months. The world has gone bonkers, and I admit I’ve struggled to see where this little family food blog (written by a white woman who lives in a nice house and works from home) falls into all the serious conversations going on. So, instead of hand wringing and writing something that would probably seem inauthentic, I decided to stay quiet.

Not being a baker, I kind of need a reason to do something as challenging as baking a cake. But recently I’ve felt like celebrating — and not just the fact that I have a case of glorious Palisades peaches sitting on my kitchen table, although if you live in Colorado, you know this is a cause for celebration worthy of a cake in and of itself.