I love other people's birthdays best. You get to eat cake without turning a year older.
This was his cake. Hermione decorated it and hasn't yet grasped the 'less is more' concept. Worse still Miles ate a slice yesterday when it came out of the oven because I wasn't in the mood to cope with the rage that refusal would lead too. Not to worry, I think I got the fake piece which was actually just thick icing.
He definitely didn't marry me for my culinary skills! I think I deserve good grades for effort but the end product often lets me down.