It's all about the cake

If there is one thing I learned in the six years I was a Southern girl, (did ya'll hear my drawl jus then?) is that when it comes to parties, it's all about the cake.
Well take a look at this one . . .

This little bounty of goodness came thanks to my friend Heather who posted it on her blog a while back. I was waiting for the right moment to serve a cake of this magnitude to my family and it finally arrived last night! A cake of this proportion had to go to someone who could do it justice. Someone who loves both chocolate and peanut butter and could eat their weight in sugary goodness. I knew just the guy for the job.
Introducing, the birthday boy . . .

Whoo wee folks, was that cake good. Now, I could only eat a sliver, but that's cause I'm a salty kind of eater not so much the sweet kind. I was full of the good meal that was dinner: Chicken Tiki Masala with white rice and peas served with naan. And when you don't have enough Naan, you eat tortillas and they are just as good.
It was delicous - See?

This here's an empty plate. Andrew's third plate I might add. That's a good thing around these parts.

And fun . . .


It was fun. We came. We ate. We finished.
And even though my cake looked nothing like Bakerella's, it was still good.

Hey, I'm from Michigan. I've been known to serve cake straight from the 9x13 inch pan. (*gasp!) I know. Baby steps, people. I'll get there, one cake at a time. Thanks Bakerella
Happy Birthday Daren! We love you!