Somebody around here is turning 43 tomorrow, and it isn’t me. No, I’m the birthday boy’s incredibly young wife, who spent yesterday baking a chocolate cake from scratch, and a lemon icing to go with it.
My usual birthday routine involves a cake mix and a tub of store-bought frosting, and while I’ve always liked both of those things just fine, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what is in all of those convenience items we buy, and feeling that it might be nice to make a cake with real ingredients.
I went local where I could, and organic wherever else possible, and I’ll tell you, the cake itself was delicious. The icing, on the other hand, was more like a glaze. It sunk into the cake, and not everybody appreciated that. I liked it, though.
And so, apparently, did the ants today.
Here’s a little tip for you: when you’ve been seeing big black ants in the kitchen, even if it’s just a half dozen here and there over the course of a few days, don’t leave a chocolate cake with lemon glaze out on the counter loosely covered with foil. Because, chances are those half dozen ants will invite a hundred friends over for their own party starring your cake, while you stroll none the wiser through the very photogenic streets of New Hope, PA buying trinkets and wishing you’d remembered your camera.
Creepy crawlies aside, we had such a nice weekend, filled with a few friends, some family, a spontaneous road trip, and a sink full of dishes. A party just isn’t a party unless you have no room left in the sink by bedtime, don’t you think?