I wasn’t born in Paradise, CA, recently obliterated in the Camp wildfire, but in Chico. Fifteen miles and a 35 minute drive away. That’s because my dad was a doctor in Paradise. Being such a small town, my mom’s choices for OBs were also her husband’s bridge partners and hospital
The upside of moving again is that I get to think about my wedding cake. Because it is still in my freezer. Ummm… Six years later. There were four layers to my wedding cake, and each layer had a different flavor inside. During the Great Cake Summit of 2000, I