How's THIS for presentation????

So. I had a realization a little over a week ago. It went a little something like this, "Annie, GET CONTROL. You don't need cake with breakfast lunch and supper." This thought came to me after I ripped my skirt off after church because it was so uncomfortable to be in. Ahhh crap, I just said that over the whole internet. Awesome. Anyway. I did a week of South Beach Phase 1, and I'm feeling much better and comfortable in my clothes again.

It was my dad's birthday!!.... Like a month ago. We kept putting it off because HE was out of town then WE were out of town or my MOM was out of town... I finally said ENOUGH! We are having this freaking birthday party. My dad requested one of my momma's classics... Carrot Cake. 

It's been a trend in my life to shoulder burdens that don't originally belong to me, especially this last week or two. So adopting the task of baking my dad's birthday cake was, indeed, icing on the cake. I'm so punny. Oh gosh. Annie, stop. 

Icing... on the CAKE!! Get it??

I decided I should do something a little special with this next cake... something out of the ordinary. Something to up the anti. Prove myself as a formidable force in the pastry world. I had an idea, screwed it up by sheer retardedness, but then managed to salvage and make it even better than before. Curious? You should be. Observe.

You can never have too much icing. EVER.

Too many carrot cakes are iced with crappy baby carrots lining the edges. Why oh why does no one go for the shock value???

Yeah, that's a giant carrot growing out of the cake.  Your eyes do not lie.

As quirky and adorable as it looked on its own... It WAS a birthday cake, and a joint birthday cake at that. It had to be decorated as such.

It was a lovely birthday celebration. We had a beautiful supper of honeyed ham, sweet potatoes, scalloped potatoes, salad, and veggies. It was accompanied by great company and great conversation. Then it was time to cut the cake and crack the diet pepsi... evidently the best part of the night. My grandma said it was the "best birthday she could remember". Which in my opinion means it's the best ever. What good are birthdays you can't remember right??

Happy Happy Birthing Day you two :)

I didn't break my diet, I shattered it into a thousand pieces. With a sledgehammer. A sledgehammer made out of cake. Carrot cake, beeyotches!! 

No dang way I'm squealing on this recipe. If you want this in your mouth, you'll have to ask REEEAAAALL nice-like. Trust me, it's worth groveling for.