Not going to lie, one of my primary reasons for having so many children was to have more people to bake (highly amateurish) birthday cakes for. And after many years of fielding many varied requests, all three boys have more or less settled on their birthday cake of choice. Noah always asks for a Victoria sponge sandwich cake. Ike wants the same one-bowl chocolate cake recipe I've been baking him since preschool, which eventually landed on this specific variation with grapeseed oil. (I dump the wet ingredients into a large measuring cup so it's still technically a one-bowl recipe because fuck washing bowls.) Although every year he does change up the shape, frosting and decorating details, just to keep me on my toes.
(I swear one of these years he's going to request an three-tiered octagon cake with dark chocolate frosting that is also blue, somehow, and yellow candles that turn into tiny rockets that spell HAPPY BIRTHDAY, IKE! in edible red smoke and also the whole cake doubles as a party pinata full of candy and money.)
(And I'll be like, okay, I'll see what I can do, but are you sure I can't interest you in a giant bleeding armadillo groom's cake instead?)
Ezra, on the other hand, always wants a cheesecake with a carrot cake on top. He couldn't decide which one he liked better one year, asked for both, and the resulting Frankencake turned out to be (SURPRISE) absolutely delicious. So now it's a Thing.
Jason makes the cheesecake layer (using some Martha Stewart witchcraft that involves a slow cooker, of all things), and I handle the carrot cake layer and cream cheese frosting. And because this is a patented Storch Family UndertakingTM, the process wouldn't be complete without a little fire, panic, and destruction of personal property.
Jason left one of the slow cooker lids on the stove. I turned on the wrong burner when I went to boil some water for tea. So now our slow cooker lid handle resembles either a melted pterodactyl or the logo for yet another Dark & Gritty Batman reboot:
The cake turned out great, though.
(Eagerly awaiting the great Frankencake and candle unveiling. And yeah, someone got "window markers" for their birthday, obviously.)
(Ike. Ike got window markers for his birthday. In June.)
Ta-da! Our creation! It's alive! And on fire! Mwa ha haaaaa.
And then we all ate it. It was very, very good. See ya next October, Frankencake!