There’s an apple pie in the oven right now, requested by Type E for his birthday tomorrow. It’s a big birthday, a multiple of five, so I really wanted to bake and decorate a cake.
Because the cake for the last multiple-of-five birthday turned out so well and was not at all reminiscent of a serial killer:
And there was also that time I smashed the top of my brother’s wedding cake into the door of a Corolla:
And when we blinded Hello Kitty and hacked off her ear:
I can’t imagine why Type E would rather have a pie instead of a birthday cake.