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Sadness has fallen on the House of Doyle, my friends. The gigantic, 4-layer, Choco Mondorama Cake o' Death which filled the Doyle kitchen - okay, the sideboard - for nearly a week has gone. Abandoned me. Here, in the midst of drizzled weather and cold mountain night, it has left me, forlorn, to my own devices. It was a good cake, my friends. A slab of cake. The kind of cake you could eat and eat and eat, and still, there would be more. The neverending kind of cake. Full of chocolatey, thick, creamy, frosting so heavy it could withstand the full force of water blasting from our kitchen faucet and still stick to the plate and fork. Not the hot water, perhaps, but certainly the cold. And that, my friends, is good frosting. Frosting which has gladly laid down its life that you might enjoy just one more moment of chocolatey good happiness and know the hope of a tomorrow with no weightgain. A slim hope, but there nonetheless. It was the kind of cake which, even though it was the leftover portion from a birthday party in my honor which I did not get to attend, still lasts almost an entire week. Even with The Boyfriend eating it too. Even with me eating more than one piece, some days. Not in one sitting, I hasten to add, definitely not in one sitting, because that would have killed me, that damn cake was so rich, but still, I did, on one or two days, surpass my self-imposed limit of one slice per day. And still, still, that cake lasted almost an entire week, today being the one week mark, and me having had the last piece of it last night, which was, technically, the one week mark, making as it did, the 7th day the cake was in the house, having entered it on Sunday, December 7, aka Pearl Harbor Day. ::sigh:: I miss that cake. But I am happy to say I am still receiving birthday presents every now and again. Small ones, to be sure, but presents nonetheless. :) And that's about it for me, peeps. Peace out, copyright 2002
- 2005 Katie Doyle; all rights reserved
You gotta have a boyfriend, don't you? Otherwise it's just you, a cat, and 40 candles on your birthday cake.
In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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