Apparently, two days before one’s due date, should one turn to one’s spouse after supper and announce the desire for Snackin’ Cake, it is entirely possible that one will get a reasonable fascimile thereof.
[the link to Snackin’ Cakes above leads to a very different variety of Snackin’ Cake than was available in the early ’80s…where have I been??]
Okay, so I did have to wash an inordinate number of bowls, spoons and baking dishes afterward, but Mr.Q did make a damn fine little cake. And, he even managed to find a recipe that required no substitutions for all his allergies and intolerances.
Wait a minute. That just means that he will be eating my cake. Great. ‘Scuse me, I now have to go try and hide a 9×12 dish.