Happy Birthday, Mom!

Tradition in my household has been for me to cook during special occasions, such as birthdays. Today, being my mom's __th birthday, of course, I naturally decided to bake a cake and make dinner. My sister and I decided on a red velvet cake, a daunting but delicious task indeed. I decided to make bolognese with fresh pasta using ground turkey. I wanted to make a beautiful, absolutely flawless cake. Long story short, that didn't happen. It came it quite unappealing to the eye. I'm not good at making things look pretty. The taste was pretty good, as my dad said, and I quote, "It's good than it look." My parents were beyond perplexed why anybody in their right mind would make a red cake. I licked up so much of the batter and frosting, pre-assemble, I'm pretty sure I came dangerously close to developing type II diabetes right here on the spot.

(I , being the genius that I am, wore white pants.)

They will no longer be perfect white, ever.

Post-Bake

The cake was a little lopsided and I did my best to capture a nice angle for the cake to look good. It was a near impossible task. I ground up some of the cake into crumbs for and put sprinkled them onto the sides of the cream cheese frosting that I had made. Spreading the frosting was so hard! That's the part that threw me off. Later, I took on a "Screw It" attitude and grabbed handfuls of crumbs and just roughly put them on there. Then with a finishing, artistic touch, I prettifully (probably not a real word) sprinkled it on the top.

Cake DONE!

Dinner Time!

Roll out! Pain#1.

Cutting is a pain #2! Sometimes I wish i had a pasta roller.

All cut up and ready to go into the boiling water of doom.

Guess Who???

Wrong! It's Angie-Pretending to be cooking. She was just

helping me stir the noodles into the sauce.

Finished. So full. So fat.

Happy Birthday, Mom.