Every year for the past several years, Don has baked his grandmother's banana cake for Christmas. I'm not much of a baker and Don doesn't cook beyond boiling water but his memory of g'ma was very strong. So, every year Don buys a white cake mix, a bundle of bananas and confectionery sugar. He layers it, carefully and evenly slices the bananas, affixes them with the sugar glaze he makes and presents it to us as one of his special gifts of the season. Last year I remember saying that it was too bad we did not have a cake pedestal and cover. THIS year, thanks to his great memory, we have one. Ummmm, delish. His g'ma would be very proud of him.