I’m not usually a very demanding person but for my birthday all I wanted was my husband to make me a decadent chocolate cake. Can you think of a better way to celebrate “30” than by drowning yourself in a sea of chocolate? I gave him a couple of recipes to choose from but the “Hershey’s Perfectly Chocolate Cake” was the best option since we were staying with his family and most of the ingredients they had in their pantry. He went to work in their kitchen meticulously measuring, pouring, and baking the cake. He even doubled the frosting recipe because there’s no reason to be stingy on birthdays and well let’s face it…he knows me too well.
As he was turning the cake plate to smooth out the final layer of frosting he turned the cake platter…right into the sink. Two casualties…the cake and his great-grandma’s cake platter. I felt so bad for him. I tried to salvage what I could but there were glass shards in most of the cake. Don’t worry…I was able to eat enough of the cake to see how moist and fabulous it was.
Then John did the only logical thing any man would do…put sparklers and bottle rockets in it and blow it up to smithereens. Just saying that makes me feel like a pirate.
Complete with firework residue…