In which your humble narrator bakes a cake.
Last Monday Child #1 turned two. We celebrated on the preceding Sunday. For him, the largest boon seemed to be the sudden frequent availability of chocolate cake. I wasn't in the mood to do anything fancy-schmancy so I made a chocolate sheet cake with chocolate frosting out of the Cook's Illustrated Baking Book which has not yet steered me wrong. I started making it while Child #1 was eating breakfast. He asked what I was doing and I told him, "I'm making a cake for your birthday."
He looked at me incredulously and asked, "Cake for breakfast?"
I'm not really a baker. I don't enjoy it as much as real cooking. There are all these fussy requirements when you're baking. That said, the cake turned out really well. I made up some green frosting to write "Happy Birthday" on the cake and we stuck a "2" shaped candle on it and sang. Child #1 actually clasped his little hands together in delight when we presented the cake to him.
He's asked for "cake for breakfast" every day since then.
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