I'll make this clear to start with - I'm a student. That may explain some of the things I'm about to tell you.
Right....
My freind Matt's19th birthday was yesterday. Predictably, we went out, being students.
His girlfreind, who is Vietnamese, made him a cake...
Now, then. He kindly invited me to his flat earlier for dinner. Being students, we ate prawn crackers and noodles. 'Cos we can't spare the beer money. After we'd eaten the (admittedly good) noodles and praw crackers, we went to his room for dessert. His birthday cake, which his girlfreind had made.
It appens that she'd been researching the Tiramisu (The queen of cakes) on the interweb. It seems she'd tried to make one. From eggs, crackers, chocolate and chicken. The cake was actually made from those ingredients, and those ingredients alone. Egg. Chocolate. Crackers. Pieces of chicken.
To top the whole thing off, she'd doused it in coffee. By the time I and my freind Hayley got to it, the "cake" was a day old, and had dried out a bit.
To top the whole thing off, she'd made an omelette and cut the phrase "HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATT" out of it, and placed it on top.
Please don't misunderstand this thread - She's a lovely, sweet, kind, intelligent girl. She's scored 10/10 for effort and dedication. But that cake was an abomination to confectionary.
