Today is my husband’s 38th birthday.
Happy Birthday, Honey! St. Peter Damian, pray for him!
I chose carrot cake for his celebratory dessert, (with his approval), and then asked him to run to the store for the ingredients. He said sure and grabbed his coat, because that’s the kind of good guy he is. It was the smallest of lists, anyway—cream cheese for the frosting, mushrooms for the stroganoff, and ice cream…just because.
(And that, dear reader, is proof of my husband’s good-guy-ness. He can’t stand mushrooms and still he lets me put them in his birthday meal. He’ll pick them all out without a word, of course, but still.)
Once he’d left I sat down at the computer to find a recipe for cream cheese frosting. I came across a link that made me laugh out loud with its description:
Really, we all know the real reason why cupcakes are so popular. Cupcakes are basically an edible utensil for eating frosting, particularly when it comes to certain cupcake “flavors” like red velvet. What the hell is “red velvet?” It’s nothing more than a fancy way to shamelessly eat a quarter- to half-cup full of cream cheese frosting.
Cream cheese frosting is pretty much all that, and more.
It’s almost as good as ice cream.