On Wednesday night, I came home from Young Women's to this beautiful sight in the kitchen:
What would prompt Mr. Frisby to don an apron (and not just any apron, but an apron of such caliber) and spend hours (and I mean HOURS) in the kitchen? My birthday, that's what. A little background: Three years ago, before Mr. Frisby and I were even engaged (though not long before), my birthday was drawing near. My favorite dessert ever is Strawberry Baumkuchen Torte and I typically request that bit of heaven from my mom for my birthday dessert. My parents were going to be out of town and I thought I would have no one to make it for me for my birthday. Enter Mr. Frisby, who was not actually Mr. Frisby then, but just Jared. So, as Jared was still trying to woo me and convince me that he was marriage material (ok, fine, I was already convinced - but it makes for a better story!), he talked my mom into teaching him how to make the torte (which is actually a very complicated dessert and literally takes hours to make) so he could make it for me for my birthday in my mom's absence. The teaching session was planned and I came home one evening to find Jared in my mom's kitchen mixing, stirring, baking, and frosting away under Leah's careful tutelage. Instructions were given and followed and the teaching session was a success. A few weeks later, Jared made the torte again, all by himself, for my birthday. He did a great job and tastiness ensued. The following year, Jared and I were newly married and my parents had just left for their mission. Mr. Frisby came through again in my mom's absence and made me the torte for my birthday. So, as my birthday approached this year and my parents were still on their mission, Mr. Frisby once again stepped up to the plate for the third year in a row. He planned to make the torte the night before so it could chill overnight and we could enjoy it on my birthday. So, when I came home on Wednesday night and saw him working away, I decided I better document the love (he thought he would be okay without the apron to finish up the decorating, but the chocolate on his shirt when he finished said otherwise).
With a little practice under his belt, I think this was Mr. Frisby's best torte yet.
Thank you, Mr. Frisby! Birthday tastiness = Love!