I was talking to one of my mentees on Monday and it came up that I didn't like cake. In fact, I really hate cake unless it's cheesecake, which really isn't cake. Anyway, what I hate most about cake - especially birthday cakes - is the frosting, which I didn't tell my mentee.
So guess what I got today... a belated birthday cake - a spice cake - baked by said mentee. Heavy on the white frosting with blue lettering and 27 blue candles (apparently too many candles for 4 people to get them all lit up at once - a good sign I'm really old).
I tried some when I got home. It's surprisingly good - save the frosting. Not so much surprisingly so because I hate cake. But more so because it was baked by my mentee.
Thank you Tessa.
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Dearest Wayne,
Yes, I remember our conversation on Monday when you said you hated cake (my feelings are the same, especially the frosting) but I just couldn't resist.
Cakes are like birthdays...they come into your life whether you like them or not. All you can do is make the best of it as you did. Actually, you went far beyond the call of duty by trying the cake.
That's why I love you Wayne. You risked your life and ate what I baked. You never cease to amaze me, especially after you tried my cookies.
Much Love and Appreciation,
Tessa
(i.e. Martha Stewart without the skills)
You two should get married.
I hate cake, too. And it's definitely the frosting that is the worst part. If the cake itself is really well made (i.e., of chocolate), i can eat it if i scrape off the icing and avoid the surface where the icing once was.
but otherwise, cake is nasty.
You two should get married. Losers!
Your love for each other makes me sick, but sick in a good way. Haha!
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