I am officially a baker of fabulous cakes. What this really means in the land of Charlotte is: I will become obsessed with cake baking and buy all manner of pans, colorings, rolling pins, books and other specialty tools, I will make a number of crazy zany fucking fabulous cakes and then I will never ever bake again.
My hobbies burn hot and fast.
But fuck it. I want to bake. My newest project is a cake for Rocket Man. His birthday falls on one of our insem days next week, so I will be baking him a cake, in the theme of…a R.OCKET!
Yes, my friends. A rocket shaped cake. A F.ONDANT covered ro.cket ca.ke. With flames and everything. And no there will be nothing phallic involved.
This is actually an expensive gift (I spent more than $50 on supplies and ingredients) and S and I have a new budget system where the money needs to be accounted for.
At first we were going to take the money from our “gift” fund, but on further reflection we realized this money is part of our “baby” fund, and it beats the hell out of spending $1200 on frozen sperm.