We must be terrible people, or something, because when each of us has a birthday we only truly care about the cake. Presents, schmesents. Guests, schmests. Party, schmarty. You get the idea.
Yesterday was my dear husband's birthday. He's once again older than I - at least for the next five months. I gave him a dinner menu of his choosing (meat, starch, starch, and starch) and our resident cake baker gave him this delicious specimen:
Two layers of moist Devil's Food Cake with chocolate chips added to the batter.
Vanilla icing between layers and on top.
Chocolate chips for decoration.
Do you spot an initial in the center of the cake? Wasn't D creative?
Yummy!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Happy birthday to my dearest beloved whom I have now known and loved for half his life. I wish you bliss for all your birthdays to come.
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