Today is my birthday and I’m making and eating cake! Lots of it. Some people seem sad when I tell them I made my own birthday cake, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I also made ribs for my birthday dinner and both of those things made me happy. I like being in the kitchen so being able to create a big meal, complete with dessert is fun for me. Hear that? It’s fun! That means if I get one more person give me a look like their dog just died when I tell them I made my own cake, I’m going to shove a piece of it in their pitiful face. But it’s tasty cake, so maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
I actually made myself two birthday cakes. The first one is pictured here; a mint-white-and-dark-cheesecake. We ate half of it last night with friends and there was still half of the cheesecake left when we were finished, so I assumed we could continue eating that today on my actual birthday. Mom then informed me that I needed to have a new cake for my birthday and that I should therefore bake myself one! I was happy to comply, (and for the record, Dad offered to make my second cake for me but I insisted that I would do it) and decided to return to my traditional birthday gateau which is a black forest cake. There will be more pictures of that one tomorrow, possibly even with a recipe. I’m currently stuffed full of cake and ready for bed. Please take a piece of cake with you when you go.