In honor of a lovely visit by Nana and Great-Gram, The Wife baked up a (preservative free!) boxed yellow cake and topped it with canned chocolate frosting.
Oh, my ga-HOsh! Is there anything better? Forkfuls interspersed with thick black coffee… stolen fragments as one walks by the counter… thin slices of the perfect cross-section of crust and core and edge and top being tipped into my gaping maw…
I love it. Life is good.
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That’s it. I’m breakin’ in and gettin’ me some.
I could use a therapeutic rub of The Boy’s wee head, as well.
AAnd… that canned frosting was also preservative free
~ U b funee…