I put our time at home to good use and I baked Carter a birthday cake from scratch. I like cooking/baking, but don’t usually do cakes because they’re too fussy and I’d rather eat cookies, brownies, or raspberry crumble.
I do cakes so infrequently I don’t even have a proper cake pan — my 8×8 brownie pan worked just fine. The cake is lemon with fresh zest and juice and the frosting is chocolate (of course!) made from heavy cream, butter, sugar, and dark cocoa powder. It wasn’t pretty, but it was good.
Happy Birthday to You . . .
Trying to put the candles out with his fingers . . .
then when it didn’t work he decided to blow them out like a normal person
He’s a fan — yes, that is chocolate all over his face.
Once the cake was finished and sitting on the counter I could not get her away from it — she kept climbing on the counter to “smell” it, wanted to put her face close to it, or count the candles. Sure . . .
I finally gave up and decided to serve it early so I could stop policing it.