What? It's been one whole year since this?
Between moving in together and being strangely not sick of each other AT ALL, a second year went by quickly. Happy two year anniversary, lovely boyfriend.
To celebrate, we just stayed in, made pizza and cake, and watched the usual Sunday suite of HBO programming.
Our kitchen is set up with two butcher blocks pushed together for maximum surface area. That means I get a baking corner and he gets enough space to make pizza. At the same time.
It's what's on the inside that counts, okay?
Strict instructions not to get mozzarella on my cooling cakes.
Bacon, pear and bleu
Vanilla bean cake with a standard vanilla buttercream that I swirled crushed Samoas into.
Lesson for next time: always make more frosting than you'll need.