My husband knows how to bake a cake from scratch. Including making the whip cream filling and chocolate icing from scratch. And the kicker is, it’s his Dad’s recipe. (Who by the way is a Vietnam War veteran and former cop of two different towns. He just happens to also love cooking and baking.)
While he was doing that, I was enjoying this:
What a surprise, it’s a dry red whine.
Anyway, he made the cake on Friday night for a Saturday evening birthday party because we had plans to spend Saturday afternoon seeing Les Miserables, one of the few musicals my husband has ever expressed an interest in seeing. And it was pretty great.
On Saturday night, I did something for the first time.
No, not enjoy a delicious beer. I’ve done that many times before.
I played the Wii. Yes, I’m 28 years old and I’ve made it this long without ever playing a Wii. (Unless …. is Rock Band or Guitar Hero part of the Wii? Can you tell I’m not into video games?)
Oh yeah, like I said, it was a birthday cake he made. Here is the birthday girl.