August is our birthday month. It started off great. Jacinto remembered to wake up early the first Sunday of the month for us to attend church services, so we can stand together when the announcer ask for everyone born in August to stand up.
We dined at our favorite restaurant, The Cecil in Harlem. Danced to Lauren Hill and Lenny Kravtiz at AfroPunk Festival in the VIP section. Our birthdays are about two weeks apart, and when my birthday week occurred, it wasn’t a great start.
Here’s the truth. I suffered from severe nervous anxiety when making this cake for the boyfriend’s surprise party one Saturday. Initially, a nine-inch, two-layer cake was made. Then fears of running out of cake during the party increased, thus cupcakes were made that reduced those concerns. Worries still persisted, because the cakes had to be made when the birthday boy left the house for long periods of time. I was consumed with the coming up with logical excuses of why there’s a cake baking, in case he walked in the house unexpectedly. Plans were developed strategically, for cakes were hidden in neighbors’ houses. They were baked in the morning, so faint vanilla smells would dissipate by the evening. Cake dishes were washed, dried and put away to avoid suspicion.
Here’s a bit of advice when making food for a party: Always go with the most familiar recipe that has been proven error-free. For two years, this cake was made with chocolate icing. As a special surprise for this year, I wanted to change the icing to a cream cheese flavor. Adding to the audacity of the decision, the icing was made on the day of the event. Early in the morning, the cream cheese and butter was taken out of the refrigerator to soften to room temperature. Of course, they were hidden in pots and pans in the cabinets. A quick breakfast was made for the boyfriend as I patiently waited for him to leave the apartment for the day. We parted ways with a kiss, “See you tonight, hon.” I smiled sinisterly and wondered if he knew. Read more →