We can get down like there's no one around

My grandmother has dinner every Sunday at 1 pm. On the week before your birthday, you must show up with a cake. Everybody sings, and she gives you money.

This all applies regardless of age. She still gives my mom money.

The type of cake is not relevant. Once my cousin was kicked out for not bringing a cake, so he returned 10 minutes later with an ice cream cake that said "Bite Me" on it. This made my grandmother happy, we all sang, and he got his money.

This past week I was contemplating what to bring for my birthday this year. I have been experimenting with fondant lately, so I decided to make a fondant cake in a ridiculous shape. I thought about making a Blade of Chaos, the weapon used by Kratos in the game God of War (Playstation 2). When I ran the idea past the wife -- along with my concern that nobody would know what it was -- she said, "They will eat anything, and it would be super badass to make a cake shaped like a giant sword."

So I made a Blade of Chaos cake. And guess what: my grandmother never asked why I made a giant sword cake. Everybody sang, and everybody had a slice.