Today as previously mentioned, the stuffed cabbage that he requested for his birthday dinner is in the crock pot, and the house really smells pretty darn good! I baked his birthday cake yesterday, and then added the frosting this morning. I am always wishing I could think of ways to decorate his cake - not anything elaborate, but just better than a plain cake. This is mainly because when it is my birthday, he always makes a cake for me that looks pretty as well as yummy.
This year I had an idea, and spent part of the weekend trying to figure out how I could make it work. I gave it a try this morning, and was pretty pleased with the result. (If you have already looked at Instagram, you've seen it already - and, spoiler alert, I'll probably post the picture on Facebook later too ...)
I made an old-timey birthday cake, just like during the time of the Romans!
I am not just pleased that I thought to do it, and got it to work, I am ridiculously amused by it. I mean, Roman numerals! Frankly, I can't believe it even occurred to me in the first place. This is the kind of thing that *might* occur to me three weeks from now, and by next year I would completely forget about it.
I crack myself up sometimes. :-)