My birthday is coming up, and I am seriously considering flying back to the States specifically so I can gorge myself on birthday cake. The Irish, you see, don't grok the concept of birthday cake. It is meant to be an orgy of Crisco and sugar slathered over gooey chocolate, ideally shaped like a cartoon character. It is definitely not meant to be a chocolate muffin with a candle stuck in the top, or a slice of carrot cake. Please take note: the only place in the world to get good birthday cake in America.
Kirk Demaris over at the Secret Fun Blog obviously isn't Irish: he's come up with a long retrospective of all the notable birthday cakes he's ever had. I think this picture of Kirk blowing out the candles as a pirate is my favorite, though. I'm fairly jealous: my parents were certainly not as with it as Kirk's. I never got the birthday cake Crypt Keepers or Cthulhus that would have accurately captured my obsessions in pastries. To be fair, though, I don't know a baker who could have done justice to them, and one year I did get a graveyard with a frosting vulture, which was a pretty good attempt at capturing my youthful morbid bent.
My Life In Frosting [Secret Fun Blog]
