Sunday, October 25, 2009

If loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right.

I have a cake problem. I love it. Very much. Very, very much. Particularly this kind of cake. The kind that comes from a bakery. The kind with buttercream frosting. (Oh, the buttercream....)

This one, underneath the buttercream, was chocolate. Rich, moist, delectable chocolate. With a layer of chocolate mousse in the middle. But I couldn't take a picture of that, as I was too busy inhaling it. But trust me. It was as pretty on the inside as it was on the outside. (And we all know it's what's on the inside that counts!)

It was so pretty, in fact, that I ate a lot. Um, like, three pieces. Although one couldn't really be considered a piece because it really didn't have much cake to it at all and was mostly a big hunk of frosting that I wouldn't even let my sister serve as an actual piece of cake because there was so little actual cake involved but I couldn't let what was there go to waste now could I? (Or the buttercream, either.) I also licked the serving spatula. (Is that bad?)

I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn't have. I knew I'd pay in the end.

But guess what?

I. Don't. Care.

It was totally worth it.



Bacardi Mama said...

It was totally worth it. It was that good!

InTheFastLane said...

That cakes looks AWESOME.

mommy boo of two said...

I'm so glad you enjoyed :) I would say it was worth the money I spent on it then. My goal in the next two days is to write about our adventure filled weekend. Thanks, again, for helping us celebrate!

Lyndsay said...

Anything that makes you that happy can't be wrong... that's my theory anyway.