My husband (and in-laws, I think) got me a funfetti cake for my birthday. Despite displaying my very old age on top, it still looked like a cake for little kids. I ate it for breakfast.
I never knew how much I would crave generic white “American” vanilla sheet cake until I moved here. Actually, I didn’t even know this was a type of cake that I could miss. I just thought of it as plain old cake. The type you get at grocery stores, half off. You never really buy this cake; you just look at it in the baked goods section and admire how insane it looks with all its frosting and relevant holiday decorations.
Well, here, they don’t have that type of cake. They have pastries and things filled with whip cream and what my dad would deem “health cake” due to a lack of frosting. (My dad didn’t consider anything cake unless it had frosting and unless it was chocolate.)
It wasn’t until a few years living here that I even realized I missed these standard issue sheet cakes, the ones you can make from a Betty Crocker box. But you can’t find them easily here – not the box or the cake itself.
So my husband special ordered this one, with the little colorful confetti inside to make it even more festive, flavored with strawberry jam because it still needs to be Dutch and a little bit weird. It was one of the best birthday presents I have received.