People have long told legend of a cake, a cake made not of flour and butter but of cream and ice (and okay, probably some butter too). This cake is believed by some to hold mystical powers of healing, though most simply recognize that the luscious flavors assault the taste buds with glorious divinity and all else ceases to matter - all ailments, maladies and dastardly bits of grump are washed from recent memory and instead replaced with instant joy and delight at the chocolate, vanilla and cookie crumb wonder that is the Carvel Ice Cream Cake. Thank you Mr. Carvel, thank you - I don’t know where you’ve been for my last 27 birthdays but I do know where you’ll be for the next 87 (approximately) - in my freezer, on my table and then in my belly, respectively.

And thank you Mom and Dad for leaving such an astoundingly amazing surprise in our freezer :)

Happy Friday and Happy Birthday to me!!!