Coconut cake

Coconut cream cake

Sunday, May 10 is MOTHER’S DAY. It is that special day that we honor that special person in our life — MOM. Mom is the person who is our birth mother, our adopted mother, our foster mother, our grandmother, or the person who is like a mother or any other person in our lives who fill those needs. I know many men who fill those shoes also. If you have one of these people in your life make sure you thank them on this special da for all they do or have done for you- listening to you, comforting you, guiding you or holding your hand.

The origin of Mother’s Day began in the era of Ancient Greeks and Romans. But the roots of Mothers Day history can be traced to the UK where a Mothering Sunday was celebrated long before it became Mother’s Day in the United States. The custom of celebrating Mothering Sunday almost died out during the 19th century but was revived again after World War II when American servicemen brought the custom back. Commercial enterprises grabbed the opportunity to use it as an occasion for boosting sales.

Make May 10th a special day for that special lady in your life. Take her out to dinner or make dinner at home or just have a Sunday morning brunch. Make her favorite cake to serve today. My late Mother’s favorite cake was coconut, so this week I will share the recipe I made for her.


Cream 1 stick butter and 1 stick margarine together and add 2 cups sugar; cream well. Blend in 4 unbeaten eggs, one at a time, beating after each addition. Add 3 cups flour, 2 teaspoons baking powder, 1 cup milk, and 2 teaspoons vanilla. Mix well and pour into two greased 9 inch cake pans. Bake in preheated 350 degree oven for 25 to 30 minutes or until toothpick inserted comes out clean. FROSTING: make a 7 MINUTE frosting by beating 2 cups sugar, 5 tablespoons water, 2 egg whites and 1/4 teaspoon cream of tartar. Cook over boiling water, beating while cooking. Frost the cooled cake and sprinkle coconut heavily over the top. This is an old-fashioned recipe that mom loved — she used to say “the more work involved in cooking makes the taste even better”.

I would like to close this column with a favorite poem of mine that I gave to my mom on our last Mother’s Day together — May 1997.

BEING THERE: When I fell you were there, To dry my tears and stroke my hair; When any victory came my way; You were there to smile and say — Well done my dear so it’s clear to see; Just like an angel you watched over me; I hope one day if you need me to; I’ll be there to look after you.

Happy Mother’s Day to all!

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