So when you've written a book about cake—when you've baked a few yourself, had them declared delicious, had men kneel before you and women kiss your hand after partaking of your confection—who bakes your cake? Who makes the best, to-die-for cake?
That's what they ask me.
I'm not quite a kid at heart, but when it comes to my birthday, I want it to taste like childhood. I want a break from my strict avoidance of hydrogenated oils and high-fructose corn syrup.
So if you're asking me for a recommendation, I'd tell you to go to your neighborhood bakery, the one up the road, where the line forms on Saturday mornings and Sundays after church. If I need an unfancy cake that tastes delicious, that's where I go. For a fancy one that tastes delicious, I call Patisserie Poupon. (Ask for the Grand Marnier cake. Mmm.)
But if you're asking me what cake I'm eating right now, right this very minute, I am not ashamed to tell you that I picked one up for $15 at Safeway a little while ago. I might be 4[inaudible mumbling], but I want it to taste like seven.
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Happy birthday! I hope it's filled with cake. I say that like there's any change it won't be. ;)
Hmm. I meant chance, not change. :(
I hope you totally gorged yourself on cake. Calories totally don't count on your birthday, and that obviously goes at least double for the cake lady.
I'm glad it's not uncool to like store-bought cakes, even for a connoisseur. The last cake my husband gave me (the "Congradulation" one) was a Wal-Mart cake, and it was, I was almost embarrassed to admit, awesome. I was actually surprised it was so rich and, well, decadent. (Though I wasn't surprised at the misspelling.)
You might be 4[inaudible mumbling] (which I still find hard to believe), but you manage to invoke the best parts of child-like imagination, teenage bitchiness (er, I mean, irreverence), and actual grown-up wisdom. You rock. Hope your birthday did.
I hope you had a great birthday and that cake was all that you wanted it to be! :)
On my 30th birthday I was pregnant, a little sad that
I couldn't celebrate it big with drinks and called my mom and told her that I hadn't had my own birthday cake since I was 18 years old. She came to town that weekend and made me a boxed cherry chip cake with cherry frosting which was my favorite growing up. It was a great day! :)
I hope the day and cake were all you wanted them to be. Happy birthday!
Around here you get a whole birthday week :-) Be the queen and enjoy.
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