Nearly Naked Grapefruit Cake
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For nearly every holiday or special occasion, my mother could be found in the kitchen baking up a storm. Arriving home from school, I’d be met with intoxicating scents – yeasted dough rising for poppy seed rolls, apricot or plum jams bubbling away atop buttery shortbread in the oven and on a select few occasions, there would be a multi-layered, ever-so-majestic torte being frosted on the counter.
