So last week I turned a year older (or a day older really, if you think about it). I was lucky enough to have some friends do a surprise party, be taken out to dinner by The Boy, receive many messages of love and birthday wishes through various media and a whole lot of cake.
I’d write something about being wiser or what I’ve learned in the past year, but I’d rather focus on cake. The Boy decided to make me a massive chocolate monstrosity for my birthday, and after a few false starts in which the cakes didn’t rise we ended up with this:
I didn’t ask exactly how much chocolate, sugar and butter went into this cake, but I do know that it involves two layers of dense chocolate cake, a layer of milk chocolate ganache in between, covered in dark chocolate ganache and topped with strawberries and white chocolate. I took what I thought was a fairly conservative slice and wasn’t about to finish it – not because it wasn’t incredibly delicious, but because I thought I was going to have a heart attack and spontaneously go up a dress size. I’ve decided for The Boy’s birthday I’m going to make something tangy and light without a hint of chocolate.
I’ll leave you with some photos of the making of The Cake: