My mom is pretty artsy and crafty and talented and all those adjectives that mean describe the wonder of having art imitate life.
This time, she molded and played with fondant until she made a cake size replica of Grandma Frye's bedroom and her beloved dog, Zoya.
So cute we definitely didn't want to eat it.
So cake number 2 served as the traditional birthday wishes, blow it out affair!
86 years old!
We love you Grandma Frye!
When you don't have a match a blow torch does well,
even better actually when there are 86 candles to light.
Who else but Nate, the pyro in the family, would have a blow torch in his truck
(o.k. he loves fires but has it for work too!)
However, definitely against restaurant fire codes, so we huddled around the cake and made quick of the lighting ceremony.
Happy Birthday Grandma!
