The Demi-God of Cake

Yesterday, Justin turned 30.

He says he doesn’t feel old. But he does feel miles from 20. I think 30 is a perfect age. You are no longer a silly fool, but not old enough to be a crotchety old fart.

Personally, I am looking forward to my 30’s. Seriously. But I am not complaining about being in my late 20’s. It’s not bad at all. 😉

So a birthday of this proportion calls for cake.

Yes. Cake. Go ahead and click this picture and read the story if you haven't already. I will wait.

Justin and I have read that entire website and find it brilliantly hilarious and silly. The God Of Cake is particularly good.

So I had the notion to make this cake for him in real life. An exhaustive multi-day search for multi-colored marshmallows commenced and I failed miserably. My friend Erica found them on the south side and drove them up to me. Because she is awesome and this was clearly an important mission.

Progress work.

Food coloring explosion.

A little help from B. Who hates the mixer. HATES.

And I give to you my replica:

OK. So maybe this is not the typical cake for a 30-year-old man. But I think he liked it. Happy Birthday, Love.