and it's a snow day! It's 8 in the morning, and my hubby just got back from shopping for my birthday dinner and he brought home the cutest little cake...
Growing up, my my mom always made my cakes, so it wasn't until high school or college when I'd have a store cake. Some think they're terrible, but I love them. My memories of sheet cakes are few from my childhood, but my church would have one every once in a while and I grew to really love them. It's the sweet frosting that makes it.
Once when I was contemplating how I would celebrate my 27th birthday while teaching on Matinicus Island, I mentioned that I would be faxing my grocery oder into Shaw's with a cake on it...My neighbors scoffed, in a friendly way and graciously made one and delivered it over to my house and we had a little impromptu party.
A cake, whether from a store or a blender brings me happiness.
But many thanks to my hubby for buying my cake and braving the storm. He's a keeper for sure.