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.
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