I don’t care what you’re doing, if you have ever loved red velvet in any of its cakey forms, MAKE THESE NOW.
What’s that? You’re a busy lady with no time for whoopie pies? HAH, there’s no such thing. Everyone has time for whoopie pies.
What’s that you say? You’re on a diet? You still need these. It’s okay, blame me, I’m used to being a terrible influence. Besides, I’m on a diet too.
Many will ask me, who bakes for the baker on their birthday? Does the baker do it for herself because she knows just how she likes things? Is a cake purchased from a fancy bakery to give her a new project to strive for?
If you have an adorable husband, sometimes it’s him.
(Is it just me, or is there something particularly attractive about a man wielding a frosting covered offset spatula?)
With a number of Trevor birthday cakes under my belt, he felt it was time to return the favour.
Please note that in the 7 years I have known him, 6 of them on a very personal level, I have witnessed him bake once. Maybe twice, but I’m kind of hazy on that one. With this in mind, I tried to give him an easy out, giving him a general flavour category to follow so that he could pick something easy to make that still fell under the specs.
He didn’t let me get away with that.
Demanding to know what my favourite cake would be for my birthday this year, I confessed.
Red Velvet Cake.