Jess should know that her cooking abilities are actually something special, and it’s not, contrary to popular belief, all about simply reading the damn recipe. In trying to be the proper girlfriend who makes a cake for her boyfriend’s birthday, I have produced what resembles much more of a butter volcano than a crisp white, sharp cornered piece of art. As long as I cooked it long enough, which quite probably will not be the case, and actually put all of the right ingredients in it, im hoping that it still tastes good. when its made properly, it is like Mary Magdalen herself spoon feeding you blueberry-lemon perfection, when it is made improperly, its like blueberry-lemon pretty damn good still.

On another note, we will have a house full of people to remove this cake from my hands: two of my best friends from college, their two boyfriends, two of dave’s best friends from college, and one of their girlfriends arrive tomorrow to stay with us in our one bedroom apartment for the weekend. I cant fucking wait. Were having a party, to top it all off, Saturday night. in a pre-emptive move, we tried our damnest to not bang on hat-guy’s door at midnight while he graced us with his latest taste in techno music and his dog’s ability to bark along, filling the lyric void, but alas, we broke down.


ok. UPDATE: in finding the link for this recipe, i fucking realized i MADE THE WRONG THING! I didnt make that recipe!!! where in the world did i find what i did make? it was just butter and cream cheese in the frosting, not chocolate. jess did you make the one with chocolate or butter? wtf?