Cake eaters

If you call a Minnesotan a cake eater, he or she will kick your ass. Call me one, and I'm happy. This one is from Red Ribbon. It's a chocolate mocha concoction, which usually spells "grown up" but this one is like candy, with pockets of caramel and little toffee crunchies inside. Yes, it's a Filipino bakery. No, there's no ham in there.


The occasion? My mom's birthday. Happy birthday mom! When there, she gave us a couple copies of last week's GR article in The Register, which she got from neighbors. She also received a phone call from an old friend who read it. Cool, huh?


We also attended a baby shower for our friends John and Grace. Another great reason to eat cake.


At the party, we saw our mutual friend, Daniel. He goes back with GR a loooong time, and it turns out that we're practically neighbors. You'd think we'd bump into each other out on the east side. Nope. But he's a master at peek-a-boo, so I shouldn't be surprised.