Cake.

Yesterday was my birthday. Seeing that it was a school/work day I was treated to a fake birthday on Sunday....where I got to eat cake and drink champagne in bed for breakfast:

And then go out for lunch and a long drive in the country with my beautiful family. I couldn't be bothered to make my own cake so I bought it at Sweet Envy. Grittily dense chocolate mud layered with smooth chocolate ganache. It was delicious. In the course of cake experimentation we discovered that it was also really good microwaved and dished up as pudding with cream.

But by yesterday afternoon we had run out of cake and I had an after school park playdate with a friend. Between us we had eight children, so I bought this Berry Cheesecake from the Lipscombe Larder en route:

Seeing that we had already consumed so much chocolate cake, I thought that it was time to get our fruit levels up. Unfortunately, this cake was nowhere near as good as the Sweet Envy cake and my children complained when I packed what was left of it in their school lunchboxes this morning. How decadent is it to sit in the park with a friend, eat cake and drink champagne while your children amuse themselves playing with their friends. I wish it was my birthday everyday:

I will readily admit to a slight obsession with my initial:

So this was my birthday present:

I love birthdays and I love cake. But don't think the weekend was all fun and frivolity down here. On Saturday, I pushed the pram down to Franklin Square to the Ban Live Animal Export Rally:

Where the children and I all signed the petition.

Rx