“every breath you take, every cake you bake
I’ll be watching you…” – Police
Don’t you hate it when you are 1c short of All-Purpose flour (pronounced FL-err here in East Tenn) and can’t bake that second cake? Me Neither.
It’s a hard rule at my office that when it’s your birthday, you supply the eatins that day (staple items are cake and ice cream) and you receive a Mystery Surprise Birthday Card. Everyone sings horribly out of tune the copyrighted version of happy birthday, unless you don’t like the Tennessee Volunteers (as one guy does), then you get a loud and vibrant rendition of Rocky Top (…you’ll always be home sweet home to me… good ole Rocky Top -WOOOOOOO Rocky Top Tennessee)
So to follow the office political protocol, I bake 2 cakes. Sure as hell that I get a whole cake to myself to share with family & friends and not moochers. Of course, I mooch like crazy on other people’s birthday… heehee. So above is Cake #1 which will be the cake that I bring to work. It’ll be covered in a Chocolate butter icing that only has 1.2 million calories per ounce, but it’s like Crack. I guess that I will have to purchase the $5 bag of flour at the convenience store (convienent for you, not your wallet) so that I cake be one of the Knaves of Three.
It is my personal tradition to purchase something for myself for my birthday. Typically it is something that I have been wanting that I don’t feel like I deserve (like about everything). I’m not sure what it is going to be this year, strange. Perhaps I will get something running related, ugh, how unoriginal.