Yesterday was Andy's birthday. He had a long, crappy, rainy day, so I did my best to brighten things up for him when he got home. I splurged on a big dry-aged T-bone and opened a nice cab (1999 Kenwood "Jack London") for dinner. Then I surprised him by presenting him with a homemade fancy-shmancy double-chocolate layer cake! I'm not a big baker—or at least not for cakes— and this was by far the most ambitious cake I'd ever tried. It came out great! I was worried about the 1.5 cups of coffee in it because I don't like coffee (sorry, Nina), but you don't taste even a hint of coffee; it just serves to intensify the chocolate flavor. This is not a cake for the faint of heart; it's for people who celebrate chocolate like it's a religion.
Oh, and I also bought him his own iPod
so he can keep his paws off mine so he can listen to music wherever he goes.