There are other cakes that are palette-worthy, however yellow cake with chocolate frosting screams, “This-was-your-childhood!” and it makes me happy. What? We shouldn’t find comfort in food? What? Then why eat?
That said, I made one of these treasures on Sunday. I ate a huge piece of it.
On Monday, I had a huge piece for my lunch dessert.
Later that night, I had a huge piece for my dinner dessert.
I woke up today, Tuesday morning, and told C. he had to get rid of it.
It must go away.
I warned him that before I returned home for lunch today, that cake must be gone. As should all remnants of said cake: baking pan, pan lid, etc.
Friends, countrymen – I have no control.
However, I feel I reached a turning point. I told C. I needed for it to be gone. In my opinion, that is an example of showing restraint and knowing my limits. I recognized when to say, “when.”
And, he threw it away and washed the pan.
In closing I’d like to say, I love yellow cake with chocolate frosting.
(Note: I’d love to blame this on the fruit, but again – I was like this prior to it residing in my lower abdomen. Cake has a hold over me.)