My sweet sweet husband turned 32 yesterday. He likes to remind everyone that this makes me a virtual cougar as I turned 32 back in September. Actually the truth of it is, he can never even remember how old he is and has to ask me almost every time, so I could pretty much tell him anything I wanted.
We celebrated here with the family on Saturday night with cake and drinks. I took this opportunity to make my first real cake!! Since he spends his winters lamenting about the lack of golf in his life, I thought I'd torture him even more by making him a golf themed cake. (I'll do a more detailed post about the cake and what it took to make after the Christmas weekend is over). And, no, those aren't real golf balls, I made them out of white chocolate.