It was a perfect storm. I’m not quite sure how it came about. Jason went to the Denver Nuggets game on Saturday with a friend. So I had a girls night… party of one. In between watching episodes of Pretty Little Liars (I’m weirdly addicted to that show), I made myself a cake. Not to eat of course. Just to make. Do you ever bake things just to bake them? It's one of my favorite activities.
I couldn’t just leave that bare little cake sitting there.
It looked so naked and sad. So on Sunday, I made some of Dad’s best frosting.
After dinner, I treated myself to a little piece. Really, the cake is just a
carrier for the frosting. Even a graham cracker will do. Naturally, it was
Then, we headed over to a friend’s house for a birthday celebration
where I was met by a homemade chocolate satin pie. It would have been rude of
me to not eat a piece. I was only trying to be a gracious guest. Naturally, it
Jason and I had a few things we needed to drop off at his
parents’ house. So we called up his dad and told him we were going to stop by.
My mother-in-law is out of town, so we laughed when my father-in-law said he
was in the middle of making some fondue. Seeing as he had been home alone all
week we thought it would be kind of us to sit down and join him for dessert.
Have you ever turned down strawberries and chocolate? Neither have I. Naturally, it was
Three desserts. Cake. Pie. Fondue. One night. I have no