Every year, I ask my husband what kind of cake he wants for his birthday. And every year, he tells me "a plain, vanilla cheesecake." But I never do it. It's too boring. Too ordinary. Too....... normal. I don't bake NORMAL. He knows this.
But this year, I surprised him. He got his wish: a plain, vanilla cheesecake. And I didn't even bake it. I ordered it from Piccadilly Bakery. (I've never had great luck making cheesecakes. They're always undercooked in the middle and overbaked on the crust.) Of course, our kids don't like cheesecake. So, to satisfy every mouth in the house, I got them a mini ice cream cake from Cold Stone Creamery. Oh the things I do to please this family.
I think the highlight of the birthday celebration was probably when Bea surprised her dad with a new coffee mug. It has a sweet, little, green ceramic frog at the bottom that peeks out at you as you drink down to his level. Ribbit!
Happy 45th to our plain, white, vanilla birthday boy. We wouldn't have you any other way!
