My Mother, the Telephone & Fudge Cake - No. 339

Revisiting chocolate cake and sweet memories

My mother, Bebe, lounging in May, and probably the rare time she sat down and was photographed, on Mother’s Day.

AS A COLLEGE STUDENT MAKING HOLIDAY visits home in the 1970s, I first stopped in the basement to open a cavernous chest freezer and peek inside, hoping to spot frozen reminders of a great dinner party—creme de menthe parfaits, fudge cake, or y…