The pound of fat on my midriff, hips and thighs? Not so delicious. Thankfully National Pound Cake Day only comes around once a year.
I don’t bake much now that it’s just Jimmy and me. I will eat the entire pound cake rather than waste food. You know the childhood drill: starving children in Africa; nasty vegetables on the dinner plate growing colder by the minute. To this day, I still have a tendency to lick my plate at the end of a meal. Licking the beaters and the mixing bowl are a standard practice, too.
It’s also standard practice on this blog to offer Fun Fotos on Fridays. Deliciousness minus the calories. Woo hoo!
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