Ya know what - let's not talk about carrot cake. I find it offensive. And it's not like something as shitty as a vegetable based cake could ever get its own holiday anyway.
BLASPHEMY.
Not today, carrot cake. Not today. TODAY IS CHOCOLATE CAKE'S DAY. Don't you dare ruin this!
Ahem, now as I was saying, there are many kinds of delicious cake (besides carrot), but the grand-daddy of 'em all is chocolate cake. The best cake in the whole universe ever. And it has a special holiday all to itself (so back the hell off, carrot).
We baked the cake the night before, in part as a continuing celebration of spouse's day by chillaxing in the kitchen together and partly because we decided the best way to celebrate the holiday was to share it with as many people as possible. We made a small pan cake and a tray of six cupcakes. That wasn't the plan - we just had extra batter.
Gorgeous!
ACTION SHOTS!
We bought a box of triple fudge chocolate cake from the store and brought it home to bake. Then we dressed it up with chocolate frosting, chocolate sprinkles and sugar flowers because we're not animals. Actually, part of the reason we did that was to pay homage to my first babysitter. On my first birthday, she made me basically the same cake - triple chocolate with chocolate pieces, chocolate frosting, chocolate icing for the letters, chocolate sprinkles, chocolate sugary things, chocolate ice cream and chocolate milk. Why, in God's name, would ANYONE give that much chocolate to a one year old? Because my parents had a rule against chocolate before I turned one. They were worried about me developing an allergy to it. She was convinced it was some sort of human rights violation.
...an adorable human rights violation...
In addition to bringing in the cake, I also took one of the cupcakes (specifically the one with the A on it) into work to give one of my coworkers her own private mini-cake because it was the glorious anniversary of her illustrious birth. Huzzah and hooray!
The cake was delicious and in-no-way even close to healthy. It was also incredibly moist and "moist" is my new favorite word. I'd like to find ways to work it into conversations that have nothing to do with food and just see what kind of reaction I get. Like, "that's such a moist idea" or "what a moist suggestion". I'm hoping for a 60/40 mixture of confusion and disgust.
Justin and I both like the food-based holidays. They are very easy to celebrate and a lot of fun. From my standpoint, I really enjoyed getting to share the holiday with my coworkers. From Justin's standpoint (and this is true), he did most of the baking... so... those points go to him, were it a competition. Which is isn't. Because we're not animals.
Also. Fuck carrot cake.
Also. Fuck carrot cake.
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