"It's your birthday party today," I told my newly minted two-year-old. This statement didn't elicit excitement about presents or friends or balloons. Nope, the words he dreamily spoke as his eyes lit up? "Birthday cake!" It made me smile too. Munchkin: August soon developed a sweet tooth like his Mummy (and Daddy, to be fair!) I once floated the idea that my quarters in heaven would consist of regular picnics on rugs, with drinks poured from fine tea sets and the devouring of many exquisite cakes. I love cake. There's something about the fluffy simpleness of sugar, flour, butter, egg, milk and vanilla essence topped with a layer of icing sugar and more essence that makes the heart sing. And that's before you start hitting the unbeatable flavours of banana with caramel frosting or carrot cake with cream cheese. And that's not even to mention coconut with passionfruit, lemon drizzle, rosewater sponge, or dirty old chocolate m...