The family motto: Never give up, never surrender. Obviously, I really take this to heart, sometimes. Not necessarily in meaningful ways, and sometimes in the least meaningful ways... which explains how we end up with a cake that looks strikingly familiar. Now, where have I seen this
Yes! Ugly Delicious! Strikes Again! A cake so lovingly made, it cannot be denied... it is special. A cake that teeters. A precarious assembly of wholesome confections procured from our dear friend and Fearless Flyer, Trader Joe.
Measured, mixed, and
Thank you. Thank you very much. I planned it this way. I have studied with a professional.
Maria added the gelatin-dye-free chocolate sprinkles. Jessica, Eli, James H., Alex, Max, William, Maria, Ferris, Homer, and I gathered together and we admired and adored it, and we were sort of in awe of it... it was amazing to see in person, close up. How did it stay nearly vertical? It was like the leaning tower of chocolate. Then James H. did the honor of slicing and serving, which was no small feat. Well done James H.
And it was so delicious and moist. It was like a Portal to cake goodness. It was Ugly Delicious.
Cake eating was followed by tent camping, movies, late night fun. And this morning I found an empty platter. I was silly enough to ask, "Wha' happened to the cake?"
William smiled, affectionately, he declared: "Success!"