In my family, we have a dessert that’s known simply as Easter cake, and we all immediately know what it is and how good it tastes. In 1975, my dad was working as the choir director of West End Baptist Church in Clanton, Alabama, and the congregation loved to have ice cream socials after church, not just during the summer but year-round. A choir member named Ruth Ellison-Moore brought the cake to a social, and my mom loved it. Ruth was a hairdresser, so Mom made an appointment at her salon, and Ruth, who called the recipe blueberry cake and knew it by heart, dictated the recipe to Mom while she got her hair cut.
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