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!
14 comments:
Jared, you are a great student. The Torte looks great. I guess you can take over from now on. It really is a great desert. I know it tasted great.
awww what a sweet husband you have! :)
Holy cow that looked delish! I've never had that dessert, but I just may have to try it now. Way to go Jared - more awesome husband points.
Agreed. I do believe that was Mr. Frisby's best torte yet. YUMMMM. Please feel free to make it for Thanksgiving, Christmas and the Fourth of July as well. Let's not limit our love for JJ to her birthday. Let's spread it through the year. hhehehehehe.
What an awesome treat (oh, and the torte looks yummy, too).
The cake is gorgeous. Husband points indeed.
Jenni, look what a great job I did! I think you ended up with one of the best husbands in the whole wide world! I have always said there is nothing as sexy as a man in the kitchen...provided he is working not just stuffing his face.
What a sweetie.
Wow, that looks yummy! I don't know that I've ever had torte before.
Amazing...he must really like you :)
Obviously, Mom will need to make another apron this Christmas. I love mine with the three tiered ruffle. I'm thinking Jared might look good in something like that.
Happy Birthday Jenni, that is very impressive that your hubby would work so hard in the kitchen to make your b-day special. Good Job Jared, high 5 to you!
Thats the sweetest things ever! I am very impressed with your husband right now, I need to have Ian read this post! :) Happy Birthday!
good job Mr. Frisby. that was one fine tastey treat. thank you!
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