I am no longer a child, and I do not HAVE children, so I am stuck in this unbetween place where I can enjoy child-like things, but it must be loaded with, you know, irony. Jocey is hosting an easter-egg hunt at her parent’s house in Westchester today. No kids allowed, of course. And so, I thought I’d make and bring the Bunny cake of my youth, Chuck, which my Mom taught me how to make. Please note how the second cake, when cut into a bow-tie, leaves two perfect ears. Genius.