Last week, two of my colleagues (one current, one former) - who both happen to be men and
amazing dessert masters - were mired in a political debate on Facebook.
Always the opportunist, I proposed a solution: "I'll settle this. Each of you bake me a cake and I'll pick the winner. Deal?"
It's amazing what people do for you when you're pregnant.
This morning I swung by my friend Robert's office building to pick up three huge pieces of red velvet cake (Chad's new favorite, so he gets one - and RT gets the other). I put it in the fridge, but I can still hear it calling my name from the other side of the office.
I'm pretty sure the real winner of this political discussion is...me.
The only question is, How early is too early to eat it?
1 comment:
yay ...a cake shoutout. If I had known there were photos I would have worked more on the presentation.
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