She admitted that she was really hoping for an angel food cake.
“It’s in the oven, honey.”
“Oh good!”
My husband has taught all our kids that the One True Birthday Cake is always that 12-beaten-eggwhites type, and when I made myself a chocolate plain old ordinary one once since hey, it was my birthday and hey, I was the one making it and cake isn’t even my favorite dessert so I was going to make what I was going to make, he was quite surprised at the blasphemy, uttering the memorable “That’s not a birthday cake!”
It is to me. Chocolate it was.
But this is April, which around here means stocking up on a whole lot of eggs. Happy birthday, sweetie!