I’m sure he knows by now that I’m so over his constant requests for nothing more than a plain-ass chocolate cake year after year (something he’s never going to get, mind you, I have a food blog to keep up, after all).
I’ve pretty much stopped asking what he wants, because I know exactly what he’s going to say. When it comes to Taylor’s birthday cake, each year I try to one-up myself from the year before, which is pretty hard when you’re trying to top something like this.
