Cake

Last year Frank was in charge of my birthday cake, and it was delicious. But I made the same cake for Ernest to take to school last month, so I told Frank I wanted something different. "Don't worry, I'll help!" were my famous last words.



This was another PW recipe. What the recipe didn't tell us is that you need a pan with extra high sides. This is what happens if you don't:

Because of the overflow, the cake itself was very thin. And our strawberries would not smash with a fork - we had to chop them in the food processor. And they stuck like crazy to the frosting. I was so disappointed in the whole mess I was ready to put it in the trash...I told Frank, "I'll just get something else tomorrow." So he, my sweet devious boy, pretended he was going out to get gas for his car. And instead, he got a replacement cake.

Frank wrote the messages himself:

They both tasted good.