Since 1994, when my friend Casey made me my first birthday pie, I have not had a birthday cake. I've had a birthday pie. Casey's were cherry pies (1994, 1995). In the intervening single years, I honestly can't remember what I did. But in 1999, Joseph started making me a key lime pie. Homemade. Even the crust.
This year, I'll be having a cake. Why? I really am not that big a cake fan. I much prefer the flaky, fruity, crusty goodness of a pie to the well, cakiness of a cake. So, it's not the taste. It's the kids. Shari, Josh, and Rachel to be exact. They are the cutest cake decorators in the world. And they want to make me a cake.
Shari: "So, do you want a Dora cake, Diego, Cars, or Nemo cake."
Me: "I want a Shari cake."
Shari: "No, no, no. You like Cars, right. Why don't we do a Cars cake?"
So tomorrow look for pictures of an orange supreme cake with orange marmelade filling and cream cheese frosting decorated by my three favorite bakers. I just know I'll never have had a cake quite like it.