Friday, June 27, 2008
I like cake. There's no secret about it. It's not like I eat cake constantly, and I probably can count on one hand the times I've had an entire piece for myself this year. I'm not sure exactly why, but I did not have cake for my birthday this year. I had one bite of a brownie the day before when we went out with the family. On the actual day of my birthday, we ended up at the Cheesecake Factory for dinner, and they really don't have cake. The catch is that I'm allergic to dairy, so cheesecake is out. They had an apple crisp, put the ala mode in a different dish for my husband, and stuck a candle in the crisp, which was OK but it still wasn't cake. Even when I went out with the gang from work, there was no cake. It's still June and still my birthday month, and I asked my husband to PLEASE go get a good chocolate cake, and none of that cheap cake with Crisco frosting crap that I always scrape off. Chocolate cake with real chocolate frosting was in order. My husband sent my son to Von's (Safeway) for the very much wanted confection. My son did well with the cake selection. As he walked in the door, I exclaimed, "Who wants cake? I do!" And then sang, to the tune of happy birthday "Chocolate caaaake for me." Everyone pretty much ignored me, but I was in total bliss. You'd think I'd never had cake before. It was delicious.
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