Happy Birthday, Dude

My middle boy is fifteen today. I'm making this cake for him again. It's just as absurd as it was last year.

His gifts that are in the mail didn't show up, but my author copies of the dragon anthology did. I'm not giving him that for his birthday even if he wanted it, which he so very much doesn't.


  1. It sounds scrumptious. I'd say send one to me, but I bet postage for that sucker would be astonishing.

  2. Just made some of Barefoot Contessa's brownies, and they were very very similar. There's flour in her recipe, though, but not much.

    Hard to call this a "cake," though, don't you think?


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