I made these cakes before the fast. When the first few berries were ripening. I had twelve cakes, and eleven berries, so I gave Yarrow the berry-less cake to devour. She torn it to crumbs and shared half with Luba, who spent the afternoon blessing Yarrow’s birth and licking stay bits of frosting from her face and fingers. The arrival of the oven has opened a whole new world to Yarrow and to Luba, a world of batter and dough, fresh crumbs and frosting.