BS’s birthday is saturday. and most every year since we’ve been together (which includes dating, so it’s 19), i have gotten him a Fudgie the whale cake. there’s nothing behind the whole whale thing; it’s just so darn yummy. and fudgy.

and besides. he’s a whale of a guy. (yuk, yuk.)

anyway, in previous years, i drove all the way out to what i thought was a carvel, as they made the best darn fudgie cake ever (and for $22, cash or check only please). but last year, i inadvertantly created what BS refers to as Fudgiegate. you see, an actual carvel opened here in our town. when i went there and found out that they charge close to $40 for said Fudgie, i said, “wow, the carvel out in falls church sells them for $22!) thus began many calls from the owner of the carvel, asking me to make a statement about my experiences with the falls church carvel imposter. i was bummed; you see, i really liked the place out in falls church.

i ended up with a Fudgie from our local carvel, which was not half as tasty (and was somehow smaller!) than the pretender Fudgie. i vowed that this year, i would go back to the place in falls church.

so today, i called up to order a Fudgie the Whale from the place in falls church. seems that they are under new management now. and no one knows what the hell i mean by Fudgie the Whale. so now, i either go to our local carvel for a less-than-wonderful cake, or i punt on a tradition that is nearly two decades strong.

ah, Fudgie. we hardly knew ye.