Dan is 32 today! (Dan is my DH … though I’m still not sure what the ‘D’ stands for … dormant husband, designated husband, divorced husband, doobop husband).
It took me the longest time to find a picture of Dan to show you. I think I have been taking waaaay too many pictures of cards, food, fabric and yarn. Centuries later when somebody comes and digs up my life, they are going to think that I am a hermit. All I do is take pictures of inanimate objects and Jake.
This picture of Dan wasn’t even taken by me. It was taken by my SIL.
Because Dan does not like traditional birthday cakes (His mother still shakes her head in disbelief. She always tells me that she didn’t raise him to dislike sweets. Something went very wrong somewhere), I made him a cheesecake.
I was almost too embarrassed to show you this picture. I have probably cooked at least 10 cheesecakes in the past 5 years. I’ve even gotten to the point where I have started to tweak the recipe (Don’t tell Dan. His logo is if it’s not broken, don’t fix it). Yet, for the life of me, I can’t keep the top from cracking. I cook it only until it sets. I place a dish full of water underneath. Nothing works. It splits almost every time.
When I showed the cake to Dan, he assured me that he likes it when the cake splits open. He said “It’s a sign of a delicious cheesecake. It’s the goodness trying to escape.” Yep, I’ll keep him just a little bit longer.
Here’s a close-up of the “goodness”.