So yesterday was my husband’s birthday. He doesn’t like when I make a fuss about it. He doesn’t like presents or cake or anything. He’s a tad bit difficult, or maybe that’s just how men are? He still got a cake and candles. A present too, but he got to pick that himself and we opened it last week to have this BBQ. I insist on a cake. I just do. Usually I make everything from scratch, I learned from my grandmother, you know? I’m good. But he doesn’t like ‘weird, german cakes’. He likes american, sweet, plain cakes from a box. That’s the only thing he likes from a box. So that’s what he got. A funfetti cake, no frosting. Because he doesn’t like that either. But that’s ok.