Today was the 30th birthday of one of my friends, so I made a little cake to take to lunch with us.
(image courtesy of The Pioneer Woman)
It's not your standard birthday cake by any means, but since the birthday girl is a culinary WonderWoman herself, I figured she might not mind if it wasn't traditional. I tweaked it just a bit by using Trader Joe's Apricot Preserves instead of the Orange Marmalade it called for, mainly since I had a big previously opened jar of it in my refrigerator, but also because, I'll admit it, the idea of orange marmalade scares me a little. I am not a fan of peels or pith. Say that word five times fast: pith pith pith pith pith. (Haha, did you really do it?) And no, just because I have a few Trader Joe's items in my pantry does not mean I live close to a Trader Joe's. I am so very unabashedly bitter about this fact. The day we get a Trader Joe's in Wonderland will be a very lovely day indeed. Until then, we try and smuggle back as much as we can in our suitcases when we are visiting Trader Joe's territory. The whole kitchen smelled so amazing that my son walked in, sniffing the air, and said, "Mmmmmmmmm!!!!!! I seh pee-za!" (Mmmmmmmmm!!!!!! I smell pizza!). Don't let his declaration fool you. It was the most heavenly citrusy scent wafting out of our oven, the furthest smell from pizza possible. Although, I think in his world, that was a very high compliment.