I was talking to my sister-in-law the other day about birthday cakes. (Her birthday is tomorrow! Happy birthday, Sherry!)
“What kind of cake will you have?” I asked her.
“I’m not sure.”
“If you’re celebrating on Friday, you still need a cake on your actual birthday,” I said.
I’m superstitious about that. It’s weird right? I remember when Tyler was in NC and I was in MA, I called a bakery near his work and had one sent to him. I was so worried he wouldn’t have a cake!
We love birthdays around here, and one of the biggest decisions every year is what kind of cake the person will have. Of course, it’s their decision. This year I chose spice, but I usually choose strawberry shortcake with biscuits, not the yellow spongey things, and real whipped cream with extra vanilla extract.
Roger always had pineapple upside-down cake with loads of maraschino cherries, Tyler has Oreo cheesecake every year, and Max, Sammy, and Baylee always choose a regular white or chocolate with some type of crushed up candy bar all smooshed into the frosting.
If I make the chocolate frosting a little soft it will allow the crushed Snickers or Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups to rest nicely on the top. And if it looks messy, nobody cares.
I’m quite snobby when it comes to the boys’ birthdays, and I always make their cake and frosting. We’re not huge fans of canned frosting and it’s pretty easy to make it from scratch. All you need is real butter, real vanilla, a little milk, and some confectioner’s sugar. (Cream cheese is good to add, too.) I’m not against people who buy cakes, but there’s something about making something for someone you love, and it’s fun.
I think though, that the best birthday cake sits in a bowl on the nightstand while you change into your favorite comfies at the end of the day. You may put Seinfeld on the TV, maybe the episode about the puffy shirt. You crawl into bed, snuggle under the covers, and while you wait, the cake and Breyers vanilla ice cream sit in a bowl on your nightstand and marinate, melting together just enough to allow the sprinkles to swim.