Today is my husband’s birthday, so I thought I’d take a little trip down memory lane to visit some of his past birthdays. Can you believe I have known him for his past SEVEN birthdays?! Crazy how time flies.
This photo brings back a funny memory. It was our first year of college in the dorms (before Whitney and I even started dating). We wanted to bake him a cake, but the only “grocery” store we had access to was CVS and our little dorm market. The only “kitchen” we had was the community kitchen in the basement. And since we didn’t have kitchen utensils, we ended up mixing the cake mix in two separate cereal bowls. A fellow dorm resident was using the oven at the time, and since I had no experience in the kitchen then, I figured I could throw our cake in with their food, which was at a much higher temperature, for a shorter amount of time. Well, I go down to the basement to check on the cake, and I smell burning and smoke. The entire top layer of the cake was burnt to a crisp, but the very center of the cake was still mushy and uncooked. The only logical step to salvage this cake was to scrape off the top, scoop out the middle, and break the rest of it up into “finger food”, as Lindsy called it. It looked so horrible that our next step to salvage it was to buy M&Ms and spell out “HAPPY BIRTHDAY”. Needless to say, it was an experience. But Whitney was thankful and enjoyed it all the same. 🙂
This was my first attempt at a decorated birthday cake, all from scratch (except the red icing). It took me FOREVER to make, and the icing came out so hard and thick, I basically had to pick it up with my hands and flatten it on the cake (like fondant). Still, I designed it by myself and am pretty proud of it.
Our friend Barbara is a much better cake decorator than me, but she did teach me some of her skills. I made this cake one year for Whitney in honor of his favorite Super Smash Brothers character (though I abhor that game). Check our Barbara’s super awesome cakes on her blog! She’s kind of famous. 😉
Hershey syrup chocolate cake (aka the best cake you’ll ever need to eat) at another one of my failed attempts to throw Whitney a surprise birthday party. And yes, I like to use the exact number of candles for his age…none of that #2 and #3 candle stuff…that’s cheating.
Whitney isn’t one to make a big deal about birthdays, but if you know me, you know I live for holidays and celebrations. So whether he likes it or not, we will celebrate. 🙂
Happy birthday my husband!