Make my own birthday cake? Yeah, right. This chocolate raspberry baby was bought from Porto's this morning, an amazing Cuban bakery which has me drooling every time I set foot inside.
We're talking chorizo pies, potato balls (with spicy meat on the inside, like deep fried balls of spicy shepherds pie) and guava cream cheese pastries (refugiados) ... a force of divinity which words cannot do justice to describe. They make huge cups of fresh OJ, something I can be very picky about (I love it just-squeezed and not from a bottle, which too many places are guilty of serving, yet calling it 'fresh'). A bonus? Their coffee is pretty good. Porto's is always packed to the the brim with people, and justifiably so. There is never a 'quiet' time to go.
Lastly, I love hearing so much Spanish all over the place. I like to pretend for a moment that I'm somewhere in Latin America.
I'm not sure if I can wait for J to come home before I get stuck in... but either way, I'm confident that this cake is going to be fabulous.
....then... San Francisco, here I come!