At My Birthday Party, He Served Someone Else's Cake

Synopsis

At my own sixty-first birthday, my husband let his sister carry in the cake. Forty-one years, every cake in that family came off my counter. Nobody at that table has ever once been told whose recipe they were eating. It was not the first thing he handed her. It was the fourth this year. I ate a slice and said it was good. Then I went out and got my own bowl down off the top of the cupboard. There is a reason I have never let anyone else use that bowl.