Somewhere, it is Someone's Birthday
An Excuse to Stop Feeling Guilty For Wanting Cake by Brittany
I love cake. With a deep passion. It might be because I'm made of sugar or because I was raised to love cake or because the smell and taste makes me feel like a kid again. It doesn't matter. There are just times when I have to have cake.
As a child, a party wasn't complete until they pulled it out of the fridge: at which point we would drop what we were doing to help the adults shove forks on to plates in hopes that they would give us bigger pieces with the most frosting.
I live for cake. And because I have such high expectations, I am often disappointed. Who told people it was ok to invite me over but not provide the goods? Fire that person. If a party doesn't have cake, we make a point of driving to the store and buying one to take home. Never let your sweet tooth go unsatisfied when you get a craving.
I got said craving. The only problem? We weren't going to a party and since I started school again, there wasn't much time to make one from scratch. But, I didn't let that stop me from buying a Funfetti box mix and some buttercream frosting. You'd better believe that I made the most delicious cake and it cost me $3: a small price to pay for the happiness of an entire family.
I cracked some eggs, measured out some water and oil and mixed, mixed, mixed. I got tired, took a break and then got right back to it. Jeez, I AM really weak. I should probably go to the gym... But, CAKE. I popped that sucker into the oven and waited impatiently. Finally, it was done! Then, I had to wait some more for it to cool down. Waiting drives me nuts, so I preoccupied myself with some Law and Order: SVU, because I'm obsessed. It's an unhealthy relationship.
I wanted my cake to look cute, so after drowning it in buttercream frosting, I slathered on some sprinkles and was super impressed with how it turned out. After dinner, my aunt and grandparents came over because they heard I made a cake. We sat around and enjoyed its deliciousness. They never even guessed that it was store bought. Those poor suckers. Hahaha ;)
When you crave cake (probably will after reading this post), just say it's someone's birthday somewhere. Or you can always say it's your unbirthday, in which case, HAPPY UNBIRTHDAY!
Next time I make a cake however, I'll make the cake from scratch, so that it can taste THAT much better. And i'll probably dowse that one in sprinkles and frosting too. When that does happen, you all will be the first ones to know!