Monday, October 1, 2007

Get born, keep warm, short pants, romance, learn to dance

The wife took me to the Bouchon Bakery on Saturday (the only Keller restaurant we can afford) and then to see La Boheme at the NYC Opera.  On the way home, I was raving about the croissants, chocolate bouchons, baritones, and sets when my thoughts turned to cake.  After all, my birthday is fast approaching.
 
"I think I may make my birthday cake this year a big fondant cake.  What shape do you think I should make?"
 
The wife replied, "A tiara."