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I am weak, but Thou art strong;
Jesus, keep me from all wrong;
I'll be satisfied as long
As I walk, dear Lord, close to Thee.
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it Jesus, is my plea.
Daily walking close to Thee...
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be!
So I have big weekend plans with a very special date.
He might be a bit skeptical ;)
No worries. I'll win him over as soon as I pull out the chocolate and that's a fact.
I've tried and tried to come up with a plausible explanation for my bloggy absence but let's face it, I have none. I suppose this could be because there is no explanation.
Apparently I've become slothful and lackadaisical during the rainy season here in the Carolinas. I don't care what the locals say, I'm despairing of ever again experiencing more than 12 hours in a row of bonafide sunshine. All that to say oh my word ALL THE RAIN.
But we aren't here to talk about the rain, now are we? We are, in fact, here to talk about how my place smells like chocolate cake a full day after baking Katie's birthday cake.
And even more than that, we're here to talk about how today is Katie's birthday!
Happy Birthday, Katie!
(I can't even believe you're so old no offense.)
Back to the cake.
Kate found this particular culinary delight on Pinterest and requested that I make it happen for her special, special day. Now I'm not gonna lie. It wasn't so much hard as it was time-consuming what with all the mini Reese's unwrapping and chopping. Exhausting really, but apparently worth it as I might or might not have stuck my head in the bowl in order retrieve the last vestige of residual batter. Of course I exaggerate. I used my finger and a large spatula. I should also warn you that the frosting includes such foolishness as heavy whipping cream, but really it couldn't be helped. I was merely following my daughter's directive to go big or go home.
Go big, is what we went with.
(Un)fortunately, it was as yummy as predicted and I requested, nay ORDERED her to take every last bit of it out of my house immediately following dinner. Ain't nobody got time for gaining 10 pounds in 24 hours on leftover birthday cake.
She's on her own...I figure no one will be judging the pregnant birthday girl if she eats a whole cake in mere days.
Anyhoo, if you're brave enough, or thin enough, or have a treadmill in your living room, enabling you to cope with the danger involved, you can find the recipe here.
Proceed at your own risk.
(You've been warned.)
p.s. HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATIE!! Thanks for introducing me to yet another something I liked but should never ever eat before never.
I love you, sweet firstborn of mine :)
deep in the heart of Texas
