It was my Production Assistant's birthday yesterday, and the culture here is to bring your own birthday cake to share with the office (not the other way around where the office usually sorts out your cake).
She's the most accomplished baker (no, seriously, she's going to open her own cupcake bakery one day. And she keeps MMS'ing me pictures of her glorious professional-looking cakes while I send her my non-rising soil muffin pix)
It took all the self-control in the world to resist these cupcakes she made for us - with milk chocolate, white chocolate or caramel icing. BAH HAMBUG.
I almost, almost, almost took ONE bite. But I resisted.
Why couldn't she have her birthday a week later, after I'm done with my cleanse?!