let them eat cake.

so,
we had chocolate frosted fluffy yellow cake.
...except veganized.
which means that yellow is more like dark ochre,
and fluffy is more like wet bricks...
dark ochre wet bricks of delicious, that is.
yessiree,
i made up a cake recipe,
beyond from scratch, from my imagination-
and passed it off as a real legitimate one.
naturally,
if it sucked,
i would've claimed it was a terrible recipe from the internet.
but it didn't.
and thus i am prepared to reap the glory, y'all.
if you'd showed up,
you'd have had a slice, kids,
and the glory would be getting heaped right about now.
it turns out that i may have some righteous skills.
however,
i am apparently too slow with the photos.
as evidenced here:

where are the candles?
they're already blown out.
awwwwww, man.
dang.
i'd hoped for a crescendo of 'haaaaappy birthday to youuuuuuu',
and an action shot of my sweetest one blowin' 'em all down.
instead i got the afterglow,
in the deep, dark of a late night kitchen.
that cake didn't taste any worse for the failed photshoot, though.
it went all the way off the charts,
y'know,
to eleven...
in fact,
little mini-baby pre-bedtime extra 'nother other slices
got munched up on, too.
shark-gluttony, duders.
berfday sharks, even.
we got that.
victory, friends.
it tastes pretty good;
never quiet, never soft.....