Cake

I am not a baker. I’m a fairly decent cook, but the whole baking side of the equation, usually leads to tears. I’m even worse at decorating cakes. But every year, on my wife’s birthday, I bake a cake. I’m fairly certain I haven’t missed any… I remember once even bringing all the ingredients with us on a road trip and making sure we got a kitchenette at the hotel we stayed in on her birthday so I could bake an approximation of a cake.

Most years I’m not brave enough to post pictures of my lop-sided, cracked icing, monstrosities, but this year’s red velvet cake ended up looking better than most of my other attempts.

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(I should note, to avoid any misunderstanding, that my wife is slightly older than the candles might otherwise lead you to believe. And the kids did the decorations.)

I have to say though, for flavor, I still prefer the old recipe we used to use when our eldest son had food allergies — when it works out its a rather tasty cake.


And in non Cake related news I’ve hit the halfway point on the rough copy of Novel #6.