the cake

Tomorrow I turn 28! Birthdays remind me of cake. And cake reminds me of THE CAKE. In college, I lived in an apartment with three amazing girls for my last two years of school. There are many fun memories I could recount from those years, but one of the best had to do with the celebration of each of our birthdays. We would make a big deal for one another, streamers put up before dawn, city statues decorated in the middle of the night with a surprise birthday sign, a kidnapping to a local breakfast place, special meals. But the best part of each of our birthdays was THE CAKE. One of my girlfriends introduced us to this decadent creation; a rich chocolate cake with a cream cheese chocolate chip filling, smothered in creamy gooey cream cheese frosting, and, as if there is not enough sugar already, topped with chocolate chips. Absolute perfection! We would make THE CAKE for each of our special days. And then the four of us would proceed to eat the entire 9x13 cake in about 36 hours. Lunch became an excuse to help ourselves to a piece, an afternoon snack was perfectly complimented by a sliver, and dinner - well, a healthy dinner only deserved a nice helping of dessert, right? All of us have since confessed to even topping breakfast off with a small bite or two. Ah, such bliss!