This is an encore. I made this cake a few weeks ago for my sister’s birthday. I sent a slice over to my grandparents house and my papa called me later that day to tell me he wanted the exact same cake for his birthday (he turned 79!).
I did not want to make this cake again. It’s undeniable. And if it’s in the house, I will eat an unconscionable amount.
After we filled him with wine, steak, and cake my papa gave me some advice: quit being a copywriter, open a bakery, go on the Dragon’s Den and ask them for some money.