Dancing in the Kitchen Beeswax Melts

Music and the smell of butter and sugar waft into the kitchen where mom dances to the beat while beating together a mixture in the bowl. A cool breeze gently tousles the curtains through the open window, and you join her in her two-step dance around the kitchen. She spins you around and sings into the cake batter covered wooden spoon as you sing and dance along. You eye the zested lemons and sugar granules scattered across the counter top and the song fades into the next one. Mom pops the loaf pan half-filled with the batter into the oven. Finally, the cake is ready. She swats your hand away as you greedily grab for it, telling you to wait for it to cool. You watch in rapture as she makes the iced glaze, the icy white ribbons forms a pool of sugary goodness and finally, the loaf is cool enough. As she tips it out of the pan and onto the cooling rack to glaze it, the butter and lemon blend into a tantalizing mixture that is quintessential summer.  As you bite into the slice of loaf, she