I have a little problem at my house.
No one likes cake.
You see, I love to bake cakes, especially for someones birthday. And for other occasions too. I come by it innocently. My mom used to bake a cake for us on the first day of school each year. And one for Easter. Valentines Day. You name it. But this tradition doesn’t seem to be carrying over well with my brood.
Spencer goofing around with the laptop’s built in camera.
In fact, today is Spencer’s 11th birthday. Like with all my offspring, when I asked him what cake he wanted me to bake for him, he answered, “None. I want peach cobbler.” His brother picks Chocolate Boston Grahams (recipe in the Jan. history) His dad loves pecan pie and Kenzie chooses strawberry cheesecake. No one around here is a big fan of cake.
So today, after our schoolday is done, I’ll whip up a cobbler for the little whipper-snapper. Along with some mock Chic-Fil-A sandwiches from a recipe I found on the Internet (we have no Chic-Fil-A’s in Michigan!) and we will celebrate.
I, however, will pass on the cobbler and instead down an entire carrot cake for the occasion. (A 2 point Weight Watchers carrot cake that is…)
Frosting Forever Blessings,