I have been remembering my Father and missing him. It has been almost a year since he passed away, and I have been fondly reviewing my memories of his life. My Dad loved to drive our cars, and so we went for many a ride in the evenings. Sometimes we would get in the car and go and try to find "Lost Street." After lots of riding around, and our own sense of direction getting turned backwards and forwards, Dad would then get us "unlost." Other times we would have a particular destination in mind and we would travel up the nearby canyons or along the highways to see how much snow was left, to see how high the reservoirs were, to see the changing colors in the fall, or to see new construction projects. We would often sing and play verbal games as we went along. These times with my Dad and Mom are among my treasured memories. Often we would start out our "ride" with a visit to the ice-cream store where we would each get our favorite flavor of ice cream cone. Daddy loved ice cream, and so when I saw these ice cream cones onhttp://www.bakerella.com/i-scream-you-scream-we-all-scream-for%e2%80%a6a while ago, I was excited to make them for myself. The cones are coated inside with milk chocolate, topped with a cake truffle, flavor of your choice, dipped in pink colored chocolate and sprinkled with multi-colored sprinkles. Then it is topped with a semi-sweet chocolate dollop and a peanut butter "M&M" cherry. I miss my Dad, but I have loads of very happy memories of him and our times together eating ice cream cones.
My Grandmother, for whom I was named (and no, her name was not Weecakies), was a watercolor artist. But before she took brush to paper, porcelain was her canvas. I have a sweet little dresser set that was painted by my Grandmother and given to my Mother for a wedding present. The porcelain tray with two matching dishes and lids sits on my dresser today just as it did on my own Mother's dresser. My Grandmother received her training in New York City around 1900. That was a long way to travel in those days, about 1,980 miles. No airplanes. I don't even want to think about how long it took her to get there. She was a wonderful grand lady and I am proud to bear her name. As I have been creating Weecakies over the past 2 years I have often thought that the white chocolate looks a lot like porcelain. So I got my brushes out and tried my hand at painting tiny pink roses and golden borders with edible luster dust. Each Weecakie is an almond cake truffle dipped in luscious white Callebaut chocolate and then hand-painted by me. I hope you enjoy them as much as I have enjoyed creating them while remembering my marvelous Grandmother. Happy Mother's Day to all of you.