Piece of Cake

Last night we finished my birthday cake. I got it on May 22 and it only took just less than 2 months for us to eat all of it.

It was an ice cream cake. And kept really well in the freezer this whole time. It tasted good up through last night.

It was a quarter sheet, meant to serve about 24. Even after having a party then giving some away, we still had a lot of cake. We worked through it slowly, a little bit at a time.

It’s now all gone, and I’m a little bit sad about it.


EDIT: See Marci’s comment on this post for what’s actually current in her life. I actually met her fourth child; that error was totally my flake. Anyway, check out her cake website. Yay!

She has an apartment in New York City.
She has a husband.
She has three kids.
And a car. In the city.
That’s already quite a bit going for her.
Then, she has her own cake decorating business.
Sarah, you’ve gotta check out Marci’s cakes.
She’s friendly and fun and ever-industrious.
Her family is awesome. Everyone is cute and talented and smart and spiritually thoughtful. It’s very inspiring.
Somehow, she also has the time to check out her friends’ blogs.
So, you should check out hers.
She keeps most of her photos private, but she does share her crafty baked goods. These Thanksgiving turkeys are pretty cool.
And here’s a backyardigans cake.
And a baseball-football cake.
I’ve known the Stringhams for a few years now. They’re always gracious and respectful and incredibly compassionate. I truly admire them.