Ever since Matt and I were engaged, he has made me a cake for my birthday. This tradition did not start out smoothly. I will confess that it was more or less forced; however, Matt did make me a cake. The first year I asked him relentlessly, "So, when are you going to make my cake?" He procrastinated so long in buying a box of cake mix that he had to make a cake from scratch. I don't think I'll ever forget the look on his face when I came downstairs after he had turned on the KitchenAid with the spatula still in it. Whoops!
His technique has greatly improved over the years, and Matt (like most of us) has learned the joys of boxed cake mix. My plan was always that Matt and our children would be able to make me a cake for my birthday, and here we are. Matt and the boys made me a cake with ingredients Matt procured, and they had a wonderful time doing it. Sometime around the time the buzzer on the oven went off, Matt realized that he forgot to get frosting. Oh well, one step at a time :) I was happy to supply my favorite cream cheese icing for the top.
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