Roomie's birthday festivities were a success last night -- there was some 80s dancing (sadly my photos of that are too blurry, but E. showed off some very nice moves), some Thai salad roll and pad see ew munching, and, thanks to my paranoia after the pot pie incident, I didn't even drop anything on the floor.
The black forest cake, four kirsch-soaked layers of dark chocolate gateau, layered with buttercream frosting and sour cherries and frosted with whipped cream, was the real German version. That supposedly means, if made correctly, the room should spin when you stand up. It did. The "cherry blossom" cocktail invented for the occasion (roomie loves cherries) probably contributed to that as well. Liquored-up by both cake and drink, after the company left the B.C.C. started brainstorming about potential holiday card images for this year. Don't be surprised if something involving the following disturbing image reaches your mailbox this December:
We're going straight to hell. But at least the Monty Python cast will be there to keep us company.
3 comments:
favorite line, "and thou shalt blow thine enemies into tiny bits - in thy mercy..."
That cake looks fantastic! You're my hero. :)
I miss BCC birthdays!!
Thanks! We miss you too.
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