I turned 33 on Monday, an age so uneventful that I was convinced that I was turning 34 until my husband pointed out my bad arithmetic. Thank goodness that not only is my husband good at math, he's pretty good at baking. Look what he made his wife:
He asked me what I wanted for my birthday, and I declared -- maybe squealed -- "RED VELVET CAKE." And not just any red velvet cake, specifically the Smitten Kitchen version, which has been the Jenna Jameson of my food porn collection for a very long time.
How was your Memorial Day?