Many of us have done it - had two birthday cakes. When there's two it's almost always the same; one is store-bought and one is homemade. The reasons for two cakes vary; party size, party palate and sometimes we just don't feel our 350 degree slave job was good enough. The comments usually go back and forth after the candles go out. 'How's yours?' 'Try a bite of mine.' By the last sip of coffee and final swig of tea there's commonly a verdict as to which cake was the best and why. In this photo my mother hovered, wide-eyed, over her 2-year, store-bought birthday cake. The homemade cake sat humbly to the left with a simple ballerina. My second cousins, Jo Ann and Larry, kept close watch to see if the candles would go out on the first blow. Which cake was better? I couldn't tell you though, throughout my life there's always been a special place in my heart for the homemade cake - just because it was homemade. In the end I'm sure every bit of both were gone just the same.