
This morning, I get a message from a foodie friend who suggests boy bait may be a better breakfast item than dessert which was the plan- I'll take it tonight to Padaro for Griffin's birthday. No offense to the taste buds there, but there's enough butter in this boy bait, it's gotta be fine. Well, not fine enough apparently for my impulsive 8:05 self. I'll make the yellow cake I've been wanting to try- at 8:15 in the morning. No problem. I successfully pop it in, knowing it won't take long and I'll be at work on time-ish no problem. Then, the cake runneth over. Apparently I should add larger cake pans to my list of needing a cherry pitter, kitchen scale and juicer. And so, it felt a little like burning beef bourguignon. As my roommate said, this morning, "ok crazy person..."
And so, the question remains. Will I make another cake, or maybe cupcakes this afternoon? Or will I square up some boy bait and call it a day? Problem is...the spoons gotta persevere. And the spoons gotta know how to make a real good birthday cake. From scrath.
Recipes and pictures to come...
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