Fifteen years. Can ya believe it? I've actually let my daughter live to see her fifteenth birthday.
And, of course, the very best part about birthdays is that we all get to eat cake. Boy, did I do it up right this time. I knew I didn't have time to run to the store for anything, so I hoped we still had that box of cake mix in the cupboard.
Yepper. Lemon. Yummy.
Drat, no frosting. What is a cake without the coma-inducing sweetness of frosting? Oh wait, I've seen Bundt cakes with just a sprinkling of powdered sugar. That'll work.
Damn. That's gonna be a pretty boring cake. Hopefully Heather won't mind.
Wait a minute...the lightbulb above my head just flickered on and I remembered we had a small bag of frozen berries in the freezer. That'll perk up this boring cake.
Oooh! And let's add a drizzle of...
Hmmm. What can we drizzle on the cake to make the berries stick?
This was not only the prettiest cake I've ever made, it was damn near the best tasting, too. YUM!
Oh, and Heather's hair? That rat's nest is compliments from her ride home from Play Practice in Beth's convertible.