My husband and I celebrated our 17th wedding anniversary last week.

I have never been good at keeping up with people’s anniversaries, celebrating people’s anniversaries, (even my parents), or even doing a great job with my own anniversary-honoring.

However, there have been a couple of people in my history who have honored my anniversary in really special ways.  On our 2nd anniversary, our friend, Candy, left a gift on the door step of our house to help us celebrate our anniversary.  It was a Scrabble game and a handmade “Anniversary Quiz”.

The quiz is a set of spiral bound cards, each page posing a different question for us to ask each other during our anniversary date.  It is such a fun way to spark meaningful, funny conversation and reflect on the past year of our marriage.  We must have zealously expressed our adoration of this gift to Candy because she gave us updated editions on our subsequent anniversaries for the next two  years.  We still pull them out and use them to guide our anniversary dinner conversations, or other date nights when we are so brain-weary that we need a little prompting.

Another ultra-creative celebration came when, on our anniversary (our 5th anniversary), we woke up, and while eating breakfast noticed something sparkling outside in our cherry tree.  We looked out the window to find sparkly streamers draped all over the tree.  Then we noticed a dangling sign and a gift bag.  We rushed outside to find a party in our tree!  “What is this!?” “What in the world!?”  The hanging sign was a poem about our anniversary, about us, and the fact that the traditional 5th anniversary gift is wood.  The note had no signature.  It was attached to a gift bag.  We pulled the bag out of the tree to discover a set of Cutco knives in a wood block!  We were freaking out!  What in the world? Who in the world?? Why were we so bountifully blessed? I love Cutco knives and know the value they hold.  They are a set of table knives- like steak knives but with a rounded tip.  (We use them for everything! If you have been to my house, you have probably used one of these, cooking in my kitchen)

We were astounded and so thankful and yet so perplexed as to:
* who would know our anniversary?
* who would come in the night and decorate our tree and type out a poem?
* who would be so thoughtful?
* who would be so generous?

I was racking my brain.  In the brain-racking, I thought of Keely, a young adult friend whom we served alongside in the youth group at church.  She fits all of the qualifiers I mentioned.  I called and asked her and she denied it.  Flat out.  So, after many weeks went by, and my frustration for not getting to THANK this dear person persisted, I finally yielded to the anonymity and tried to just be thankful.

Months later, I got an envelope in the mail with no return address.  I opened it up to find a polaroid photo of Keely in my tree in the dark with shimmery streamers and a gift bag and a great big smile.
She had revealed her identity!  I was so excited to call her and thank her and hear the back story.  She proceeded to tell me that her teenage cousin and she were hanging out that Saturday night, trying to find some fun.  He suggested they toilet paper someone’s house or do something adventurous and, evidently, her genius mom suggested instead of harming someone’s property, they go and “bless someone” instead.  I don’t know what happened at that point that led them to us and to share with us this set of knives they had stashed in their gift cabinet.  (I wanted to touch base with Keely before I published this so as to get some of the missing details, but I can’t get in touch with her!)

It was a brilliant moment.  Rather than pranking someone and creating a mess for someone to have to clean up, why not overwhelm them with generosity and thoughtfulness.

As I thought about this story and sweet Keely, I thought about the time Josh, her now husband, and she came to our home for dessert and coffee.  I remember making a Lemon Blueberry Poundcake that I love to make in the summer.  It was a recipe that I discovered in a Cooking Light magazine years ago. I remember sending some home to her parents and they asked for the recipe.  I remember writing it down for them.

This summer, after I had bought the ingredients to make the cake, I saw on the Smitten Kitchen blog, a post of a similar cake that looked so amazing and sounded incredible and NOT LIGHT.  She described it as “the most perfect summer embodiment – a buttermilk bundt – bronzed with a faint crunch at the edges, tender to the point of pudding-ness in the center, and welcome wherever you take it.” It’s a Triple Berry Buttermilk Bundt Cake.  I really wanted to make this glorious cake.   The story she tells is great and her description of the cake causes you to feel utterly compelled to make it.  And so I did. And I flipped!  It is incredible.

It reminds me of the light recipe that I have made for years, but with lots more butter and frosting.  I thought surely there was a way to merge these two recipes and meet in the middle.  It seems important to taste a recipe in its original form before altering it – especially lightening up.  I made the cake and loved the cake, and ate the cake, and ate the cake!  Then I made a merger of the 2 cakes, and this is the result.  It’s pretty mouth-watering! I cut the butter in 1/2 by using lemon low-fat yogurt and cream cheese, like the Cooking Light recipe.  And for the glaze, I omitted the butter from the Smitten Kitchen, but added more powdered sugar than the Cooking Light version.  The result is a delicious, beautiful, summery cake.  Lemony, moist poundcake studded with berries and covered in a tart glaze.

Lemon Berry Poundcake
Adapted from Smitten Kitchen’s Summer Bundt Cake recipe with some Cooking Light tricks

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