A touch of citrus and a splash of chocolate make a normal birthday cake extra special.
I was always that jerk kid who dug out the whole strawberry stripe of the Neapolitan ice cream in the leaky cardboard box. I kind of miss those crappy boxes that were impossible to open without ripping the lid and you could never get them closed again and would inevitably end up with a puddle of freezer-burned nasty ice cream. Those were the days. Kids these days have it so easy.
Nothing says love like a heart shaped dessert delicately dusted with cocoa powder. Sadly, I fear cocoa powder as it seems inevitable that I will accidentally breathe some of it in when I take the first bite and then I'll cough all crazy and destroy everything. How I wish I could enjoy a dusted treat.
When I was a kid, the closest I ever got to decorating my own cake was a cookie and a little tube of gel icing. I had plenty of fun with just that. Imagine how awesome it would have been if we had edible paper back then? I can't say I'm not a little jealous of kids these days.