My step-mother-in-law* sends us a little piece of heaven every year, the crackalicious Amaretto Cake. (cue angel chorus…)
I was in my robe when I saw the UPS lady approaching with a cake-shaped box, and I frantically threw on some clothes as the doorbell was ringing. That sucker went from sitting on the doormat to opened, sliced and im mah mouf, in under a minute.
So good…must stop eating cake…
Or maybe I should eat it FASTER so it’s gone sooner?
* She’s a very nice lady, despite how horribly that title sounds. I just needed to be clear about which mother in law we were talking about. Those who are familiar with my other mother-in-law will understand. (Diplomatically speaking, baking a cake every year, putting it in a pretty box, and shipping it across the country on time for Christmas is definitely typical behavior for only one of my mothers-in-law.)
I can totally feel your joy on the cake thing, unfortunately.
Looks YUM!:O)
don’t be stingy…share with your friends hon!
A cake for Christmas? Now THAT’S a present!
I love your new site design, but I miss being blog twins with you.
You are such a movie star nowadays! I hope you remember me when you’re famous. You never forget your twin…
tia: I’ve eaten about 10 tiny, just a bite, slivers of this cake today, which add up to one giant piece, I’m sure.
V: No way, man. I do not share this cake.
OC: Isn’t it nice of her? Also, I would NEVER forget you, Heather Graham.
So, will you be bringing that to bookclub? Yes?