I don't know what I want to do for my birthday. The day of, we'll do something for Bar AIDS, but for me I dunno.
I do want a cake.
Mmmm...caaaaake.
I've always been a bigger fan of the cake than of the icing, and it seems that every year cakes are more icing-centric than cake-focused. I was worried that the cake we ordered to celebrate Dad's birthday at the lake would kill him. We carted it from a specialty bakery in Nashville and it sort of shifted in transit. I sculpted some if it back together, but the icing was so "old fashioned" it seemed to be made from lard or shortening--I couldn't get it to wash off my hands it was so greasy. That cake was a heart attack with food coloring.
Of course, everyone loved it. I just ate the cake.
And when it comes to taking the cake, as it were, there is nothing better than Cake Wrecks.
My favorite theme: people who can "read" English but do not "understand" English.
That, and the misuse of "quotes."The baby cakes are just creepy.
So take note: Me likey cake. Me not so likey icing. Me likey chocolate. Me not so likey cakes made to look like newborns.
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