Before we moved from Cape Cod, I remember visiting a Portuguese bakery and asking them to create a birthday cake with a flamingo on it. How I wish there was a picture of that cake. Tracey described it as a pink duck with long legs. She loved it all the same.
This fine specimin was created by the far more worldly artists at Fiesta, Houston's leading Hispanic grocer.
There was something about flamingos that made my sweetie's eyes light up. It was either because they were delightfully tacky in most applications, or that they stood out on their own terms. Either way, I remember when we moved into our first house, she put plastic ones in our flower beds. They vanished one night without a trace. For a long time she thought I did it. Then, our neighbor admitted that her no-good, two-timing (former) husband did it--and bragged to his friends about it.
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