It was the husband's birthday a few days ago and he had insisted that he not have a birthday cake.

What?? No birthday cake??! What kind of sick wife would let her husband of barely 3 months (still honeymoon period apparently) go without a birthday cake on his birthday?

So as I had promised in the last post, here are pictures of the cake I baked.

Here is a picture of the DELICIOUS butter cake I baked before I frosted it. Gorgeous, isn't it?

Well, I didn't do anything fancy with the frosting. Just made a nice chocolate frosting without any further decorations. It was already a lot of work to frost the thing and anyway, it tasted great! No need for anything fancy shmancy.

But I had over estimated the recipe and ended up with 2 cakes. Alamak! I cannot eat 2 cakes...that would just be bad news. So I cut the cake up and gave some to the neighbour. She was actually shocked to see me at her doorstep and even more so when I held up the large slice of chocolate frosted butter cake. First thing that came out of her mouth was...'Varför? (it means why)'. Heh heh.. And I thought caucasians are a friendlier and generous lot. Well, they are but apparently the giving of cakes and such to neighbours are pretty rare. Ok...so I'm different and can hardly speak Swedish but I managed explain myself in badly broken Swenglish.

As much work as it was, I actally enjoyed myself a lot through the baking process. Even the frosting that had frustrated and infuriated me in my teenage days, made me smile and hum in pleasant solitude as I glided the creamy frosting across my beautiful golden brown cake. And my kitchen smelled WONDERFUL!

So of cos that gave me inspiration to bake cinnamon rolls (something very popular here in Sweden) later in the week. They turned out just as gorgeous and they tasted GREAT!!! I can't believe that they tasted so good and they were so simple to make. Huh...all those years of fearing baking breads and buns. No more fear!! Just inspiration...

Such fluffy, soft cinnamon flavoured rols that I had created with my own hands. I'm so proud of me. And I think husband is too. Plus he gets to enjoy his favourite teatime snack freshly baked. Who wouldn't like, right?

And to top off our snack week, the husband took me to a chocolate factory yesterday. That was interesting just to see the building. Even though there's a chcolate factory right in our own tiny town, he decided to drive almost 1 hour away to the factory that produces one of the Sweden's favourite chocolate brand, Cloetta.

Unfortunately I didn't go on any sort of tour around the factory whic I would have loved to see but we did go to the factory store that sold all of its products...we were like 2 kids in a candy store..literally. Especially Mathias. He loves his chocolates.

So of cos we left with a big bag of goodies. Thank goodness we're having a birthday party tomorrow, so at least there's some form of distribution in the chocolate consumption, regardless of what husband says.