Heaven for the Tastebuds. No, Seriously.

Well, it's the turning of a page. The end of an era. The ultimate change in Life.As.We.Know.It. Both girls requested Texas Sheetcake for their birthdays (Friday, April 27th is Sydney and Sunday, April 29th is Carly's). My MOTHER is the maker of the sinful heaven we call Texas Sheetcake. Until this year.

This year, it's MY JOB to create the masterful dance amongst the tastebuds.

Ya know, it's a bit unnerving. Do you SEE that up there? Now, birthdays are a big deal around here, mostly because of the BUTTERCREAM FROSTING. Honest to God, we have horror stories of THIS IS NOT BUTTERCREAM in this house. It's a Big.Deal. When both girls requested Texas Sheetcake, that meant no regular cake with buttercream frosting.

Buttercream frosting is Rick's favorite.

Let's pause a moment to reflect on that. Buttercream = Rick's bestest friend. No buttercream this year.

Uh oh...

Here's the thing about Texas Sheetcake. It's SO sweet. It's only about an inch thick but super sweet so you don't get huge thick slices like regular, ordinary, every day cake. But it's so sweet, that's all you need. For about 20 minutes. Made in a jellyroll pan, we have about half of it left over every time. But each time I pass through the kitchen, I sliver off another little section and die a happy little death as it melts in my mouth then pretend I haven't done a THING during that passing through the kitchen until you hear: "Where'd all the cake go?!?!"

Happens every time.

Rick doesn't "really care for sheetcake."

Pardon me. My fingers cramped up big time in typing that and my brain momentarily short-circuited. I need a moment here...

For those who know him, Rick insists he's Texan even though he didn't move here until a few years ago and says things like, "I'z said" and "yestaday". But THIS? This is Texas BLASPHEMY! If you "don't really care for Texas Sheetcake", that screams YANKEE down in these here parts.

Which is fine. It leaves more for me and my drive-by bites until the entire thing is... GONE.

Until Sunday, when I make it again for Carly's birthday.

I printed off the recipe. This morning (the day before Syd's birthday), she walks by the printer and sees it. I get a Syd Look (if you know Syd, you know the look) and asked, "Is this Mimi's recipe???"

Me: Yes.

Syd: It better be.

Great. Thanks, Mom.