Happy birthday to me. Let’s take a moment to remember last year’s birthday cake debacle. I decided not to try that again. This year, all I knew was that I wanted cake for breakfast, which meant I would need to bake a cake the day before. NBD.

I went with something I’ve done before. This recipe is from a book, an actual hard-copy book … one that I don’t own, actually. My friend photocopied the recipe for me and I have it in one of those plastic sleeves in a huge 3-ring recipe binder.

Guinness Cake, with a cream cheese frosting, intended to mimic the frothy head of a pint of Guinness.

So I made this Sunday, and on Monday morning I cut it in half and brought one half with me to my CrossFit class, at 6:30 am. Kinda freaked the husband out, cuz when he opened the fridge at 7am, half the cake was gone. ha ha.

I worked out, came home, took a  shower and cut a small slice for the kiddo and one slice for me.

Probably not the best post-WOD meal (5 rounds of 5 pull ups, 5 chin-ups, 25 wall balls), and actually I felt a little ill for a bit afterwards, but would I do it again? Um, YEAH!!

Later on the family trekked out for a hike around Discovery Park. A rare sunny, dry day. Enjoy them while you can, friends.