The patriotism, you mean? Oh, no. The fondant. I should have rolled it a good deal thinner before I cut out my stars and stripes. Oh well, little Josephine was delighted by her flag cake just the same. She put in the request and daddy delivered…more or less. I’m glad she didn’t ask where the rest of the stars were. I’d have had a hard time explaining what a “motif” was while she was blowing out candles. Happy fifth birthday to the oldest of the Pastry girls!