Okay, it is out there. I have an addiction.
Yesterday, at around 6 p.m., I baked. Yes, I have found the time to bake. I made a cake, not just any cake, but a fluffy, golden, butter, yellow cake with chocolate icing. I must say it was delicious. This was the cake just 3 short hours after it was baked and iced.
I did that. I ate half of a cake. I could have done more, but it was 9 o'clock and I had to go to bed! I did have a little bit of help from my husband.
Is this normal?
Honestly, I iced the thing while Aron was outside shoveling snow. I did not even put the whole can of icing on the cake, I ate a little less than 1/4 of it right outta the tiny Betty Crocker bucket! O, I am so ashamed. So ashamed that I had a piece of cake this morning for breakfast!
I have to get out of this house soon! How would I even get out in this though? My dogs that pull the sled are in the kennel, and my big rig with 4 wheel drive is in the shop. I have never seen winter weather like this, 20 inches of snow, in a day, it drives a girl to eat. A whole cake.
At least I am surrounded by some of my favorite people...
Look at this, Sophia is totally starving for some human interaction!
Love yal! Caryn