Mom slaves over homemade lasagna and makes enough for us to take one home and store away in the freezer. And to top it all off, she makes a holy cow cake. I’m not sure how the holy cow cake got it’s name, but it sure does make you want to say holy cow. Devil’s food cake, caramel sauce, Cool Whip and crushed Butterfingers.
Happy Birthday, Mama. You don’t look a day over 65.