There's something I need to come to terms with. I don't love baking. Why do I compulsively fritter away my precious spare time doing shit like this? It ends in 2012. I will make my son a birthday cake and maybe a few cookies, but no more death by baking. See this thing? It's a from-scratch instrument of torture.
I don't even LIKE cake.
It is cute, though, isn't it.