It was my thirteenth birthday, exactly thirteen years ago today. The height of puberty and girl craziness. I had a party at my house full of junior high boys and girls. My darling mother Lynae spent a good portion of her day making me a delicious Baked Alaska birthday cake, or rather two of them. A Baked Alaska is an ice cream cake covered in meringue that you pour brandy over and then light on fire just as you serve it. My mother decided to use two very large baking bowls to set the cakes in. When they were finished she put the two domes of cake side by on a pan and covered them with meringue. My innocent mother accidentally brought a gigantic pair of flaming boobs out to a table full of thirteen year olds. It was the best birthday surprise ever.