Tuesday, July 27, 2010


Chocolate cake from Miette in San Francisco. I could live in Miette, its a feast for your eyes!

I was cleaning out my room yesterday and found a pair of beauty and the beast figurines in a box. They were from my 8th birthday cake. I remember walking the two blocks home from school in the scorching heat with my friends for my birthday party. Every year i'd have an ice cream cake (preferably mint chocolate chip, from 31 Flavors). We'd have the happy birthday banner hung up in the dining room, and the Care Bears tablecloth with the matching plates and napkins (I swear my mom must have had a stash). We'd play pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey and musical chairs, and the ooh and ah over the newest Barbie (totally hair or butterfly Barbie) and Lisa Frank stationery.

Tomorrow is just another birthday. 22 is kind of boring- and scary - I don't feel like there's anything huge to celebrate, except getting older (scary.). Can *gasp* really be an adult now? I certainly don't feel like one. One thing's for sure, birthdays aren't so eventful anymore once you start getting older. Good friends and good food, yes, but the company has improved since I was 8 (hey, it can only go up from there, right?) and the food is much better. I'm super looking forward to chocolate cake with lavender frosting from Magnolia Bakery tomorrow! I went last week, and tried their cupcakes... definitely not as good as the cake (if purple had a flavor, this frosting would definitely be it). I have no idea why there's such a huge hype about their cupcakes when purple cake is obviously so much better. people.

Verdict: cake > cupcakes. Who wants two bites when they can have a slice? And despite a beauty and the beast/care bears party, 22 is still much better than 8.


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