For the last 15 months I’ve been on a roll.   (Rolls, I love those too.)  During this time, I have not said no to any cake, cookie or cupcake that was offered to me.  Some were worth the calories and other were not.

But, I think my cake-eating rampage is over.  At approximately 7:15 p.m. on Thursday, March 26, I OD’ed on cake and buttercream frosting.  On Friday I suffered from all kinds of burning senstations in my belly for most of the day.  I’ve never experienced side effects for that long before. 

Story is, Bug and I had our first cake tasting appointment.   We tasted 9 different cakes and 7 different fillings.  And, I have to say, the buttercream frosting may be the best I’ve ever had.  (It may be better than the Townsend Bakery. Maybe.)  The frosting itself  was my gateway drug.  Mmm.  So good.  

All the cake was perfectly moist and had just the right consistency.  At one point, I put my fork down and ate with my hands.  (I’m sure it wasn’t the most lady like scene.) I was a monster.  It was delicious, but exhausting.  

And I wonder why it’s hard to tone up my back side these days. 

Me Know.  Me Have Problem.

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