With the promise of the first storm and in honor of the generosity of my neighbor's annual pilgrimage to Apple Hill, I made an apple cake complete with pecan praline glaze and generous chunks of gala and golden delicious. While I thought the cake would be just a token of Fall, those I shared it (a small six inch round for the neighbors and a four inch square for a co-worker) with said that it replaced a meal--neighbor's dinner and friend's lunch. "I was only going to eat half and save the other for tonight", Jules said. "But, I couldn't help it. I wanted to put my face in it and breathe in the cinnamon and apples." Neighbor polished theirs off with a sauvignon.
Imagine the look on their faces when I showed up at their front door with a carrot cake the same size heaped with cream cheese icing for a birthday surprise. The next day email to work indicated that they were both completely sugared up and swore they would eat a complete meal the next day. Jules heard about the carrot cake and swore that she dreamed I had made one. Another co-worker is returning from Afghanistan, and Jules suggested that I make the stacked double 9x13 carrot cake that I made for his farewell. It took three packages of cream cheese and three cubes of butter. I think his arteries are probably unclogged by now, so it should be safe.
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