Betty Crocker?

Who ever said I couldn't bake?  Okay, it was me.  But I admit I was impressed with myself for making this birthday cake for David.  I have been inspired by my roommate, Cassie.  She has been taking cake decorating classes and has made some beautiful cakes lately, so I thought I would try my hand at it since she already has all the nifty tools.  My cake wasn't as professh as hers, but it tasted good.  (As good as can be expected for chocolate, my least favorite).  The night of David's birthday we were too stuffed from eating at The Garden restaurant where they gave him a free dessert, so we didn't enjoy the cake until the next night.  I was afraid it was getting stale so I insisted we eat it then, even though there was something else going on, and I'm glad we did, for when we uncovered it, I found one of the strawberries on the top was going moldy!  Eeewww.  I removed all the strawberries (just in case) and we ate just the cake.  It was still good, thankfully.  I guess that is the problem when you make a cake that looks too good to eat!  (I flatter myself.) :)