Jack yelled “I WANT TO BE IN CHARGE OF THE CAKE!” during a fit yesterday. I took a moment to savor the fact that I have reached the stage of my life where I am in charge of the cake. It’s a good place to be. Except when 3 year olds are freaking out about it. But even then, life is good.
I shared the story with a co-worker and he reminded me of this gem, The God of Cake.
Dave’s birthday cake was The Strawberry Margarita Cake from Kim and Jakes. It was either incredibly moist, or slightly undercooked. (Dave votes for undercooked and he let me eat the last piece, so…) The jury is still out, but didn’t concern ourselves with details. It was very pretty, a little too bitter for me the first day, but it tasted better as the days went on. Odd that it lasted so many days, I guess.