The Devil's Food

So Mom’s taking a cake-decorating class. Each week she bakes a great-tasting cake, takes it to class, and makes it all pretty with great-tasting frosting, brings it home, and has this big ol’ cake on her hands, with no events to take it to.

So she gives it to me. And I, of course, do what any self-respecting individual does with a big ol’ great-tasting cake with great-tasting frosting. I eat it. I think her original idea was for me to bring it to work to share with my coworkers. But to hell with that. That’s some great-tasting cake. So for two weeks now, I’ve had a nice piece of cake for dessert after lunch each day… and usually a piece (or two) after I get home.

Well, except this weekend. I pretty much ate most of an almost whole cake… oops. *looking shamefaced* Well, I DID get some help from IHOP Buddy when she was over, and I DID manage to save aside about 4 pieces for dessert after lunch (or dinner, or just before bedtime, or however long it lasts this week).

Yeah, I think I’ve gained about 5 pounds in the last few weeks… lol

Amway, I got to work and was sharing with a coworker about what a pig I was over the weekend… and she shared her theory with me that cake is the real Devil’s food. (Conversely, our supervisor swears that M&M’s are the Devil’s food… we evidently have lots of evil food around here). Of course, Devil’s Food Cake is pretty good stuff, too, so there may be something to that theory…