During the summer months, ice cream is my vice. Doubly so if it’s ice cream cake. My birthday ice cream was late by a month for several reasons but that didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it as much as I usually do. The cake had coffee ice cream with white cake.
No, no. This wasn’t my cake.
This is my cake.
The cake six days later.
My Burning Kitchen... on the road 
I covet your cake.And need some ice cream. Right. Now,