Last Saturday marked my late father's birthday. Though he is no longer with us, my siblings and I make it a point to honor these special dates, no matter where we are. Baking something from scratch would have been the most fitting tribute, considering my father’s love for baking after retirement. But at that moment, I wasn't quite up to the task. Instead, I ordered a lovely carrot cake from a local bakeshop for delivery. It arrived slightly smooshed on one side - perhaps from the box tilting during transport. I didn't mind. A slightly missha…