did i mention my ambivalence towards showy, frosted-to-death, decorated and tall-filled-with-cream cakes? they're so often filled with the fluffy nonsense that is whipped cream that don't live up to the way they look.

no, the way i like my cakes is a little rustic, a little imperfect and yet oh-so-showy like the jane-next-door who stepped out in heels and knocked every boy in her neighborhood off his feet. i bring to you a slightly unconventional cake that while not exactly planned for the celebration of a birthday, was brought to life only because of a birthday.

oh let's cut the crap here. i just want to call it a birthday cake okay?