In honour of Flannery O'Connor's birthday, my roommate made this awesome fish cake.
Yeah, so it totally wasn't in honour of Flannery O'Connor. But still, why don't we celebrate authors' birthdays? Why don't we have cake for Jane Austen on December 16th? Or cupcakes on September 15th for James Fenimore Cooper? I'll bet we could find at least one literary birthday a week to celebrate. Then again, no one should eat that much cake. So, perhaps it's best if we don't do that. I will, however, continue to honour Ms. O'Connor on her special day.