Sometimes, my friend Lynne leaves things on my doorstep. One recent week, it was a homemade version of Starbucks lemon cake.
This weekend, it was peonies — peonies that grew in her garden.
And bloomed this week.
The note from her said she was sharing her prize blooms, “because you love them as much as I do.”
The vintage jar she used as a vase says “Queen.”
Their presence on my kitchen counter made the whole weekend beautiful.
So on Sunday night, I made my own lemon cake — the Barefoot Contessa version, complete with a lemon syrup poured over the warm loaves — and then lemon icing on top of that, to boot.
On Monday morning, I packed one up and left it at Lynne’s — to share the particular thrill of opening the door and finding a lemon cake on the step, waiting to come inside.