I know you’re probably thoroughly confused by now and wonder what the ever-loving fuck possessed me, Baby June, the queen of carbs, to make a LIGHTENED-UP cake. But you’ve got to listen. There is a brief and non-painful story behind this. Hear me out.
See, my aunt—who has enjoyed one of my special cakes in the past—is a bit of a “health” nut (health being a subjective term here) and seems to be lurching a little further down the path of extremism each time we see her. Note that her family has now moved in-state and we have increasingly few excuses to not have food-related gatherings. Or gatherings in general.