As they say in England, “Happy Half-Birthday, Picco.”*
*said with a British accent
Since it’s my half birthday, I made myself a cake, cut it in half and stacked the layers on top of each other, and then spelled “hap birth” in peanut butter and chocolate chips. Because that’s just how I roll.
Dear producers of Ace of Cakes, look at the icing work on this cake. Don’t hold back your feelings of complete and utter impression. You know you need me on the show. I’ll be waiting to get in contact with you.
Sadly, this isn’t a made-from-scratch cake. I just dumped out the Betty Crocker cake powder stuff, added some eggs, water, and oil, mixed it, and stuck it in the oven. Easy. Which is exactly how I like my food preparation to be. The picture of the slice of cake above took forever to take, in case you were wondering. The dumb cake kept falling over. So I had to prop it up.
Woah. Spoonlighting just got professional. Do you think you can handle it?
Oh and I think I’m going to write a cookbook. I don’t know how, I don’t know when, I don’t know how many Christian Bale references will be in it, but it’s going to happen. Get excited.