Happy Birthday to You
I just started six, yes count them, six posts that I’ll be sharing in the next few days. I got a bit behind in my posting because we are still figuring out Jeff’s new camera. It’s been a bit challenging figuring out the easiest way to get the photos from his computer to mine. However, I’ve still been cooking and now I’ve recruited him as my partner in crime to help me snap some better photos.
When I first met Jeff it was our senior year in college. We lived in the same apartment complex and ran into each other a few times. One of the first things we talked about was my love of all things culinary, so naturally Jeff asked what my signature recipe was. I stumbled around, trying to find an answer, and eventually had to just sheepishly mumble, “Pasta?”
Four years later I can’t really say that I’m any closer to having a signature recipe, but I would say that I’ve found a few new favorites along the way. This cake made its first appearance for the first birthday of Jeff’s that we spent together. We brought some leftover cake to his family’s house, where it found its way into his sister’s belly. It quickly became a favorite of hers and I’ve tried to make it for her birthday every year since then. I think I’ve missed one year (when you were in Paris, K?) but hope to make as many years as she still wants it.
