Surprisingly, her name is not Laverne.

12:26 PM

This all started last year when my neighbor, L, woke up on the wrong side of bed on her birthday. Somehow I, a not very experienced baker, got the idea to bake her a cake.

She was shocked. I was shocked. But it was good! And so it begins: a birthday cake -baking tradition.

Yellow cake (sans uranium) with vanilla frosting and a cocoa-powder L. I'm giving it to her tonight.

Today is L's birthday and here is her cake.

1 comments:

Mother of Dog said...

It is tragic - TRAGIC - that I live too far away to have a giant B cake. Oh, and I'm not having any more birthdays. There's that. ;)