Since my birthday fell on a Wednesday, and I had two prior, late afternoon commitments, and Kory couldn’t be home early enough for dinner & cake & general carousing, we decided to postpone the family celebration to Saturday, on which day I suppose I can expect breakfast in bed, and, if I’m lucky, something else for dinner & something chocolate in the form of a cake. Kory is a good baker.
But at lunch yesterday Finley suddenly threw up his hands and exclaimed, “Oh, no! Not we get a cake for your birthday!”
Which was true. I had vague plans to pick up something for them at Whole Foods on my way home, but my meeting ran late, so that plan withered. I was a little sad for the kids, since last year, when my birthday also fell on a weekday, I chose to go out for dinner and then to a new, small batch ice creamery for dessert. On the way home, Ella announced, “This is the worst birthday ever. It’s not a birthday unless you have CAKE.”
I sort of had to agree with her.
So yesterday, when I walked in the door, I was summarily banned from the kitchen, but I saw out of the corner of my eye, the Easy Bake Oven, which rarely gets pulled from the shelf in the pantry. You can see the results above. After their dinner (Kory & I had a reprise of the scallops with a bottle of prosecco), Ella and Finn lit candles and sang me Happy Birthday. They gobbled down the Rainbow Cakes, which tasted just like a cake from an Easy Bake Oven should.