Baking a cake from scratch is the best way to show your love for someone on his/her birthday. With a little extra time and effort, mindfulness about your ingredients, and the right techniques, you can bake a really good cake. Or, whatever, just get a bullshit Betty Crocker mix, so your loved one knows that you care enough to whisk a box of garbage together with some oil and two eggs.
If I don&#039;t have a children or a children&#039;s oral medicine syringe, can I just pour the amaretto into a glass and drink it? That seems like it would work just as well.
I didn&#039;t even know almonds had teats!
Googling things so you don&#039;t have to:
<blockquote><b><a href="http:\/\/www.urbandictionary.com\/define.php\?term=mangiacake" target="_blank">mangiacake</a></b>
Translation: &quot;Cake eater&quot;. A derogatory term used by blue-collar Italo-Canadians used to describe commercialized middle-class WASPs. Italo-Canadians would view the typical daily diet of fellow WASP workers to be based on refined white flour and sugar.
<i>Dave: &quot;Yum! Kraft peanut butter and jam sandwiches on Wonderbread and a Coke and Twinkie for lunch. I&#039;ve been hungry since my usual double-double coffee and three Tim Horton&#039;s donuts from this morning. I can&#039;t wait to get home and have a Schneider&#039;s honey glazed ham and McCain&#039;s frozen cake.&quot; Mario: &quot;Dave. Oh. Don&#039;t be such a mangiacake. I got a mortadella, tomato and provolone on a pannino and escarole salad. Why don&#039;t you come over to my moms and try some of her pasta al forno with veal and dad&#039;s homemade sausage and wine?&quot;</i></blockquote>
This describes me embarassingly well.
Moussolini has only one response to this: mangia!