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And I, queen of Cheesecake In A Jar and loathe to even enter the kitchen let alone cook, am going to go that extra marital mile and bake him his favorite treat.
German Chocolate Cake.
Yup. I really am.
And in further honor of this 21,535 days on this earth, I am even going to go a bit wild and make him a meatloaf for his birthday dinner. Possibly some rockin' Rice-A-Roni on the side. I figure the sky is the limit! I'm leaving no culinary stone unturned on this special occasion.
Now, John, being the thoughtful love that he is, seemed a tish concerned when I mentioned the the other night that I would be cooking and baking on his birthday.
He kindly suggested I just pick up some deli chicken or a pizza instead. Isn't that sweet? He must hate the idea of his little woman wearing herself out in the kitchen on his account.
And he insisted I just pick up a Mrs. Smith's frozen pumpkin pie lest, I imagine, I overexert myself reading the directions on the back of the Pillsbury cake mix box. So concerned for my well being is he, that I actually caught him hiding the cake pan yesterday. What a guy!
Happy Birthday, Darling! Prepare your palate! I love you!
MUAH!
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