‘Red Velvet, please. And I want it tall.’
My husband, M, certainly wasn’t standing on ceremony when I asked him what cake he would like for his birthday.
Well, I love him very much, so much so that I attempted to bake my very first four-layer cake which weighed at least five kilograms when it was finally dressed in a decadent, slightly tart cream cheese frosting.
It took two days of back-breaking work to create this, the most professionally-finished cake that I’ve ever made, even if it didn’t look like it hit the gold standards of established bakeries out there. What mattered most was M loved it. He declared it my best act, and that was well-worth the effort.
Happy Birthday, love!