"They tippled like Fishes, and prattled like Parrots, / And Gobbled down Cakes, as a Sow would do Carrots. -Ned Ward, "A Walk to Islington"

Kenneth buys me the sweetest, most beautiful, and most strangely erotic cakes for my birthday celebrations. This year's cake nods to the similarity between two creams-- shaving cream and buttercream.

I helped choose this design, but in the past Kenneth surprised me. In 2001, he won my heart with this one.

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mc said...