Today is my Dad’s birthday. He is back in India and there is 20+ hour flight that separates us from celebrating this birthday together. I still wanted to make this cake for him. When I was probably about 11 years old and made the first roti of my life (yeah, it took me that long), my Dad was the first and only one to taste it and finish it. I can still remember his face savoring that little thick half burnt roti. He has always been a pillar of strength for me and supported all my decisions. I hope this cake makes you proud, Dad. Happy Birth Day!!