I don't know if there is a dessert out there that I've wanted this much.
Seriously, it's obsessive. And so silly, because I could make it. Anytime. I just made 5, count 'em, 5 cakes plus 24 cupcakes and 70-odd breadsticks for a Relief Society dinner. I think I could handle one little cake.
Here's the problem.
I would eat it.
That's my problem. It's a big problem. I don't need to eat it all. I need to share it. Too many of my friends are dieting and I don't have the heart to sabotage them. I'm not officially dieting, but I am trying to avoid consuming entire cakes. It's a worthy goal, I know. And no, I don't consume them in one sitting. But I pace myself, and the next thing I know, I ate it all.
Not good.
So. I will make this cake. When I have ten friends over who will help me eat it. Only then. Okay, two friends is fine. Or three. I'm okay with leftovers.
I so need to raise pigs. Then I wouldn't feel guilty about throwing it away! I'd just be making bacon and ham for later!
Something I'm seriously considering . . . .
