Birthday cake porn

Remember back in the olden days when you had to actually call someone or go through the effort of mailing a card to wish them a happy birthday? Times sure have changed. Now, on my birthday, I got to enjoy all sorts of hilarious Facebook memes and birthday wishes before I even got out of bed. 

Since my birthday was on a Thursday, I wanted to post a #tbt picture from my 21st birthday - a DECADE ago. God, how depressing. I was living in the exciting city of Syracuse, NY that summer, getting ready for my senior year of college.

I had a lot of trouble finding an acceptable picture to post, but not for the reason you might think. It was because back in the olden days of 2004, digital cameras didn't exist. I'm sure they did, but not for college students supporting themselves with a full time Starbucks barista job. We had to take pictures with a regular old camera and then get them developed at Wegmans. The majority of the pictures taken that night were taken in front of a huge window with the sun pouring in, so all you can see is shadows. And now all we have are memories. 

The only ones where you can see anything are either me with a friend I lost touch with years ago, or my ex-boyfriend, so it's awkward to post, but I posted the friend one anyway. I found one taken the next day with my sister, where I look about as expected.

My birthday was all I hoped for and more. I slept, started a new book, and ate delicious food. I'm obsessed with the Thursday afternoon farmer's market (I swear I'm not a hipster), so I got to try it out for the first time this summer. I even played the birthday card and got some company (shockingly, he doesn't love the farmer's market like I do).

We tried homemade ginger lemonade. Best birthday drink I could ask for.

Then I came home and started baking. People have asked why I have to bake my own birthday cake. I don't have to, I just love baking.

Hopefully I don't get sued for copyright for posting this.

Eric helped peel caramels.

It starts with a homemade shortbread crust (in my world, because homemade shortbread smells and tastes incredible), then a layer of Nutella, then melted caramel. 

After that is a layer of chocolate mouse and then it's topped with shaved chocolate and (real, obviously) whipped cream. 

Nothing makes me happier than dealing with chocolate.

Amazing. I want it for breakfast now.

Then I went for a treadmill run. It was incredibly hard. My goal was to run include 31 minutes of running in my "run", which is really more like a jog/walk. First of all, the internet was being terrible and Buffy stopped streaming halfway through the episode. Second, I thought I was going to die more than the usual amount the entire time. A minute before I was done, I realized the incline was at 2.5. I don't know if that's high, but it's a lot higher than my usual zero.

I vainly took a picture to compare it to my running picture on my 30th birthday. Probably should have thought of it before the run so I wouldn't have horrible hair horns. 

Crazy that for my 32nd birthday I'll be holding a 9 month old.

Then we cleaned up and went to the most amazing Mexican restaurant to stuff ourselves with chips, cheese, and beef. It's conveniently located across the street. 

Don't mind the exercise bike behind us, we live with limited space.

Generally the food is so good that you stuff yourself beyond belief, so a walk was required before we could eat any cake.

This is what happens when Eric gets my phone. I find a million pictures of me just doing random stuff around the house.

Also sometimes I use the floor as a desk

Once we could finally handle it, we ate cake and finally restarted season one of Orange is the New Black. I'd say that constituted pretty much the perfect day - until next year when I get to celebrate with my baby! Still seems unreal!

What's your best birthday memory? My memory is terrible so I'll have to choose one from the past few years. Maybe my 26th when Eric surprised me with a weekend trip. But my 30th was pretty awesome too.