My husband’s birthday is in June.  Today in June, to be exact.  And it’s about a million degrees outside so I just couldn’t in good conscience turn the oven on.  But he needed cake.  (Especially since we had to buy a lawn mower for his birthday instead of the bike I was planning on.)  And so in the grand tradition of weird birthday cakes, I made his cake in the toaster oven.  

As you can see, one cake gets REALLY brown.  And the other one rises into the wire shelf so it almost has grill marks on the top.  But it will still taste good.  Heh.

And happy birthday to my poor husband who is now outside tinkering with the old lawn mower to see if we  can salvage it as a weed mower.