I wish I liked cake. I really do. Well, I wish I liked it more than I do. I think it's ok, but there are better desserts out there. I like white cake with some frosting, not spread on thick, but an appropriate amount. I like mocha frosting, which tastes so good.
I guess you could say I am picky about cake.
I wasn't even that excited about my wedding cake. It was pretty, but it didn't taste that good. I didn't go to a bakery and taste all these flavors and fillings and look at pictures. I just found someone I knew who could make a pretty cake and that was it.
When I turned thirty I had a fancy cake: chocolate with mocha filling and it too was beautiful. But I don't really like chocolate cake that much...but the hostess knew that and she went to a local Italian eatery and had them make a bowl of tiramisu for my birthday. It was the best thing I ever tasted...creamy and a little chocolatey with some coffee flavor in the background. Lovely. MMMMM.
But today I turn 32 and I have no idea what kind of dessert I am going to have. I like cheesecake, too, so sometimes we get that and I blow out my candles on that. Some years I don't even have candles. When did grownups stop having candles? I really liked that as a kid. Candles are fun and I get to make a wish.
This year I wished for a new faucet and a new purse, and I am pretty sure I am getting both. In fact, I know so, since I was asked to pick out both of them. I will show them off later, once the faucet is installed and I actually have said purse. It is red and shiny and you know how I like that!
So, happy birthday to me. Happy birthday, dear Sissy. Happy birthday to me!