By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 17, 2021 A few years ago, in the ward where I now live, a man in my Sunday School class died. When the Relief Society president was arranging for the usual post-funeral luncheon, I signed up to bring cake. Very early on the morning of the funeral, I baked two cakes from scratch from my two favorite recipes, with – for me – expensive ingredients, including a lot of maraschino cherries. I wrapped them, and...
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