Lobster. My wonderful husband usually gets me a lobster on my birthday, and bless his heart, he even cooks it for me, even though he hates them.
And a bakery birthday cake. And yes, birthday cake is different from "regular" cake. I craved birthday cake during my first pregnancy – used to make up names to have them write on the top, because I didn’t want to admit it was a craving.
Last year, on my son’s 15th birthday, I asked him what kind of cake he wanted, fully expecting him to ask for the peanut butter cup supreme or some other "specialty" cake from our favorite bakery. It brought tears to my eyes when he asked for my homemade chocolate cake. I wonder if that’s one of those things that, after I’m gone, he’ll be saying no one can make like I did.