The Battle For My Wallet V: Beyond the Number IV (Chapter Eighteen, p.75, 5/18)

[ILMICKEY]

That DOES look really really yummy. I'm sorry for your loss Zubb!

Don't you love it that your life decisions are being made for you? You will never have to make a choice again!

 

[TarzansKat]

I think we can agree that I love food.

Paging Captain Obvious.

Wow!

Butter Grilled Pound Cake is smothered in a caramel pecan sauce that is not too heavy or too overpowering. It’s the most perfect blend of flavors and textures. Moist, dense, buttery cake, softly sweet caramel sauce with a hint of pecan flavor. Indeed, the entire experience of Butter Grilled Pound Cake is perfection. It’s the end of the 1994 Alabama Auburn game, it’s Piano Man, it’s Yoo Hoo, it’s George W. Bush after 9/11 and before the war in Iraq, it’s landing on the moon, it’s a Cadillac CTS, it’s the 1992 Crimson Tide, it’s the 1980 USA Olympic Hockey Team, it’s Joshua Tree, it’s my freshman year at Alabama, it’s my senior year at Alabama, it’s the act one finale of Les Miserables, it’s having the right girl just smile at you, it’s Rudy, it’s Saving Private Ryan, it's Apollo 13, it’s a drive through the mountains on an early fall day, it’s the sound of the ocean slamming into the rugged coastline, it’s a good apple, it’s Soarin’, it’s Test Track, It’s “Paging Mr. Morrow, Mr. Tom Morrow,” it’s A Separate Peace, it’s Huck Finn, it’s Seinfeld, Frasier, Cheers and West Wing, it’s Saturday Night Live with Mike Meyers and Dana Carvey, it’s The Stranger, it’s Freebird, it’s Live Like You Were Dying, it’s I Go Back, it’s hanging out with your best friends the night before you graduate high school, it’s sitting on the steps of Comer Hall after you’ve finished your last exam, it’s Free Dining, it’s your seeing your little girl’s face when she spots Mickey Mouse and runs to him, it’s Walking in Memphis, it’s The Color Green, it’s my wife saying “yes,” it’s seeing my girls being born. Yes, Butter Grilled Pound Cake is the confluence of all good things.

I think that's the most detailed description of something I've ever read on a trip report. Do we need a little for the cake?

Why? Why is it gone?

It's the end of ZZUB's world as we know it.

I remember when Resort TV did away with the Zippa De Doo Dah tip for the day. I was genuinely sad the first time we checked into our room after it was gone. It just wasn’t the same. That music was Disney World to me in a way that Stacey’s Top Seven is for a whole other group of people.

I loved that tip. I have developed a reluctant liking of Stacey since she is the alternative. She has become what that tip used to be. But that music was so much more Disney to me.

It was cake, dadgumit.

And it was good.

It was better than good.

And now that it has been properly eulogized. The search for the next big thing continues.

___

Don't mess with ZZUB and his cake! Actually, I am really bummed for you. It stinks to have something that's a favored vacation item go away. Much like the large ruckus that just occured over Le Cellier changing its menu. For die hard fans of a particular item, it can be hard to swallow. (I'm so punny today.)

ZZUB I agree you need to embark on a quest to find a replacement. Either that or sniff out the recipe! Good luck, my friend!

 

[Yzma and Kronk]

BRILLIANT!!!

Most excellent chapter!

But sadly, now that I want to try this delicious goodness - it's gone.

Like Mel.

Thanks for a great morning read Zzub!

NM is going to be pleased!

Now I need to go find me some cake!

 

[alldiz]

Gee thanks ZZUB.....I was going through life fine till I saw that cake.

I just got back last week.....and I'm still stewing over all the cutbacks in the restaurants. Now I'm twisted all over again....

Over a cake I never knew about......But NOW I REALLY WANT THAT CAKE.
That looks like some serious good eating.

Take the fat out of dessert....."Gawd forbid a million times" It's just wrong in every way...
Kerri

 

[whogirl'smom]

You're right, it's goner than gone. I can't even find you a recipe online. But what a great send off you gave it!

It's hard to believe they gave you a hard time on the restaurant board, what with all the threads right now about Le Cellier and the much worshipped bbq filet. I am currently mourning the loss of my garlic spinach dip from the Grand Floridian Cafe menu.

 

[nicolemarie]

LTT's Butter Grilled Pound Cake. Ohana's Potatoes. Le Cellier's BBQ Filet.

I don't share the passion for these treasured treats. I'm not saddest ever because they are gone.

But I'll tell you this: If I get down to Disney World in September, and sparingly enjoy my Ohana dinner so I can save room for that delectable dessert goodness known as the Ohana Bread Pudding, and some yahoo brings me out a freakin' PINEAPPLE RING with caramel sauce and proclaims that the replacement dessert, everybody within a fifteen mile radius better brace themselves for the rage.

It's then, and only then, that I too will join the passionate masses who are disgusted with Disney's frequent lightening up of the restaurant menus.

ZZUB, I gotta tell ya. I did love that BGPC, though. I had it for the first time last summer, when we made a last minute ADR at LTT to escape the heat and crowds of a Magic Kingdom day in July. It was DELISH. And although there was something decent in it's place this past March, it wasn't the same. Not by a long shot.

GREAT installment! I'm freakin' DED that I just read a whole chapter about a dessert. Very well played.

I’m such a cake zealot that I’ve actually snuck an extra piece of birthday cake out of the refrigerator at work between the 3:00 cake party and 5:00 when the birthday girl went home for the day. When we have cake at home and I go to slice myself a piece, I also take a bonus slice to eat on my way to the table or the couch or wherever it is I’m going to eat my cake. Sometimes, I’ll offer to help clean up so I can score an extra piece of cake when I’m in the kitchen. Cleaning up.

Hilarious!!

like Ashclan’s “W Is For Women” pin, like Frickles’ copy of Math for Dummies, like LaLa’s husband’s fanny pack, like NicoleMarie’s weather forecasts, like Mel HappyHat’s so-called witty ripostes, like MasterGracie’s “Blame it all on Bush” thread, like Chapter 11 counting LaLa’s vomit references

Sigh.

I would copy/paste and then comment on those two very well-written paragraphs, but I might be a little redundant. So I'll just say they were HUGELY entertaining. Great work.

And now that it has been properly eulogized. The search for the next big thing continues.

Might I suggest the Ohana Bread Pudding? It's quite delicious. And before you hate on bread pudding, just remember - it's moist, it's got that mixture of warm sauce and cold ice cream, and it, too, is eaten with a big spoon.

Well worth the anticipation of a great read this morning. Thanks for the laughs, ZZUB.

 

[LaLa]

I can't help but wonder if you would show the same amount of love for Mrs. Smith's pies if they were suddenly banished.

That installment was awesome! And I'm DED because it's one of your best ones and it was all about the cake. The cake! You can even turn something as simple as sampling a desert (okay, THE desert) into interesting writing.

It's a shame I don't like you and never have.

But I gotta give you props. I have to agree with LegoMom and say that these two paragraphs were two of the best I've ever read in a trip report...

Butter Grilled Pound Cake is smothered in a caramel pecan sauce that is not too heavy or too overpowering. It’s the most perfect blend of flavors and textures. Moist, dense, buttery cake, softly sweet caramel sauce with a hint of pecan flavor. Indeed, the entire experience of Butter Grilled Pound Cake is perfection. It’s the end of the 1994 Alabama Auburn game, it’s Piano Man, it’s Yoo Hoo, it’s George W. Bush after 9/11 and before the war in Iraq, it’s landing on the moon, it’s a Cadillac CTS, it’s the 1992 Crimson Tide, it’s the 1980 USA Olympic Hockey Team, it’s Joshua Tree, it’s my freshman year at Alabama, it’s my senior year at Alabama, it’s the act one finale of Les Miserables, it’s having the right girl just smile at you, it’s Rudy, it’s Saving Private Ryan, it's Apollo 13, it’s a drive through the mountains on an early fall day, it’s the sound of the ocean slamming into the rugged coastline, it’s a good apple, it’s Soarin’, it’s Test Track, It’s “Paging Mr. Morrow, Mr. Tom Morrow,” it’s A Separate Peace, it’s Huck Finn, it’s Seinfeld, Frasier, Cheers and West Wing, it’s Saturday Night Live with Mike Meyers and Dana Carvey, it’s The Stranger, it’s Freebird, it’s Live Like You Were Dying, it’s I Go Back, it’s hanging out with your best friends the night before you graduate high school, it’s sitting on the steps of Comer Hall after you’ve finished your last exam, it’s Free Dining, it’s your seeing your little girl’s face when she spots Mickey Mouse and runs to him, it’s Walking in Memphis, it’s The Color Green, it’s my wife saying “yes,” it’s seeing my girls being born. Yes, Butter Grilled Pound Cake is the confluence of all good things.

Or was.

Butter Grilled Pound Cake, like affordable healthcare, like “made in America,” like Johnny Carson, like Paul W. “Bear” Bryant, like Must See TV, like national unity, like Constitutional literacy, like post-racial, transcendent politics (whatever that means), like getting dressed up to fly, like $.85 a gallon gas, like casette tapes, like touch screen computers in EPCOT that you could make dinner reservations at, like making same day dinner reservations in Disney World, like competent cast members, like Disney’s toll free number, like affordable stroller rentals, like ticket books, like River Country, like Horizons, like Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride, like Communicore, like 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, like the Skyway, like my friend from Montana, like Auburn’s 6 game win streak, like personal responsibility, like Ashclan’s “W Is For Women” pin, like Frickles’ copy of Math for Dummies, like LaLa’s husband’s fanny pack, like NicoleMarie’s weather forecasts, like Mel HappyHat’s so-called witty ripostes, like MasterGracie’s “Blame it all on Bush” thread, like Chapter 11 counting LaLa’s vomit references, like old Disney commercials that no one but you seems to remember, like being told that you know that she knows that you know that she knows, like Michael Moore’s waistline, like Jimmy Carter’s relevance, like standing in line at the Safeway without having to listen to the person behind you on her cell phone describe her date the night before and like Elvis, is gone.

Although.

I hate to tell you this, but you've got your information wrong. Elvis is not gone, my friend. No. He's still here. With us. And by us I mean the LaLas. He's on our back porch. Right now. This very moment. Alernately sunning himself, choking on a hairball, playing with a fake fish attached to a pole and eating his kitten chow. No doubt wishing it were a jelly donut instead.

I’m such a cake zealot that I’ve actually snuck an extra piece of birthday cake out of the refrigerator at work between the 3:00 cake party and 5:00 when the birthday girl went home for the day.

I knew that was you! Dangit ZZUB! Keep your filthy mits off my cake!

Right about now you’re wondering, what’s the frequency, Kenneth?

And if you're not, it's only because you're not getting enough REM sleep.

It's the end of the world as we know it.

But actually, it's not. I agree with TarzansKat. I definitely think you should sniff out a recipe for that baby. Maybe someone who actually likes you could pass it along. Then you could sweet talk your wife into making some for you. I have no doubt you'd find the words. But aside from going out and finding the worlds' biggest spoon to eat it with, you might want to put a lock on your fridge door once she does. You never know what kind of cake zealots may be lurking around the place. Looking to steal a piece of cake.

NM is going to be pleased!

I second that.

Great installment, ZZUB.

 

[GeorgiaAristocat]

You have to admire a family whose entire day is built around a meal.

You admire a lot of people! Glad that I am one of the honored many!

They serve it with a big spoon, by the way. Which is both practical and ironic.

... like Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride, like Communicore, like 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, like the Skyway, like my friend from Montana, like Auburn’s 6 game win streak, like personal responsibility, like Ashclan’s “W Is For Women” pin, like Frickles’ copy of Math for Dummies, like LaLa’s husband’s fanny pack, like NicoleMarie’s weather forecasts, like Mel HappyHat’s so-called witty ripostes, like MasterGracie’s “Blame it all on Bush” thread, like Chapter 11 counting LaLa’s vomit references, like old Disney commercials that no one but you seems to remember, like being told that you know that she knows that you know that she knows, like Michael Moore’s waistline, like Jimmy Carter’s relevance, like standing in line at the Safeway without having to listen to the person behind you on her cell phone describe her date the night before and like Elvis, is gone.

I weep for the end of the world as we know it.

And now that it has been properly eulogized. The search for the next big thing continues.

Rock on, good buddy.

 

[beckanoah]

Chapter Sixteen: I Come To Bury the Food Police, Not Praise Them

I think we can agree that I love food.

They serve it with a big spoon, by the way. Which is both practical and ironic.

Butter Grilled Pound Cake is smothered in a caramel pecan sauce that is not too heavy or too overpowering. It’s the most perfect blend of flavors and textures. Moist, dense, buttery cake, softly sweet caramel sauce with a hint of pecan flavor. Indeed, the entire experience of Butter Grilled Pound Cake is perfection. It’s the end of the 1994 Alabama Auburn game, it’s Piano Man, it’s Yoo Hoo, it’s George W. Bush after 9/11 and before the war in Iraq, it’s landing on the moon, it’s a Cadillac CTS, it’s the 1992 Crimson Tide, it’s the 1980 USA Olympic Hockey Team, it’s Joshua Tree, it’s my freshman year at Alabama, it’s my senior year at Alabama, it’s the act one finale of Les Miserables, it’s having the right girl just smile at you, it’s Rudy, it’s Saving Private Ryan, it's Apollo 13, it’s a drive through the mountains on an early fall day, it’s the sound of the ocean slamming into the rugged coastline, it’s a good apple, it’s Soarin’, it’s Test Track, It’s “Paging Mr. Morrow, Mr. Tom Morrow,” it’s A Separate Peace, it’s Huck Finn, it’s Seinfeld, Frasier, Cheers and West Wing, it’s Saturday Night Live with Mike Meyers and Dana Carvey, it’s The Stranger, it’s Freebird, it’s Live Like You Were Dying, it’s I Go Back, it’s hanging out with your best friends the night before you graduate high school, it’s sitting on the steps of Comer Hall after you’ve finished your last exam, it’s Free Dining, it’s your seeing your little girl’s face when she spots Mickey Mouse and runs to him, it’s Walking in Memphis, it’s The Color Green, it’s my wife saying “yes,” it’s seeing my girls being born. Yes, Butter Grilled Pound Cake is the confluence of all good things.

Or was.

Butter Grilled Pound Cake, like affordable healthcare, like “made in America,” like Johnny Carson, like Paul W. “Bear” Bryant, like Must See TV, like national unity, like Constitutional literacy, like post-racial, transcendent politics (whatever that means), like getting dressed up to fly, like $.85 a gallon gas, like casette tapes, like touch screen computers in EPCOT that you could make dinner reservations at, like making same day dinner reservations in Disney World, like competent cast members, like Disney’s toll free number, like affordable stroller rentals, like ticket books, like River Country, like Horizons, like Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride, like Communicore, like 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, like the Skyway, like my friend from Montana, like Auburn’s 6 game win streak, like personal responsibility, like Ashclan’s “W Is For Women” pin, like Frickles’ copy of Math for Dummies, like LaLa’s husband’s fanny pack, like NicoleMarie’s weather forecasts, like Mel HappyHat’s so-called witty ripostes, like MasterGracie’s “Blame it all on Bush” thread, like Chapter 11 counting LaLa’s vomit references, like old Disney commercials that no one but you seems to remember, like being told that you know that she knows that you know that she knows, like Michael Moore’s waistline, like Jimmy Carter’s relevance, like standing in line at the Safeway without having to listen to the person behind you on her cell phone describe her date the night before and like Elvis, is gone.

It was cake, dadgumit.

And it was good.

It was better than good.

And now that it has been properly eulogized. The search for the next big thing continues.

___

Holy wow! Best two paragraphs ever. Brilliant! Yay! However I know where these two things can still be found... and one of them's at Disneyland!

I don't believe you're a lawyer. You have to be a writer... or you should have been anyhow!

 

[camelotcats]

Uh...if it makes you feel better, the sausages are back at WCC....just got back and ate there on Saturday....yeah...didn't think so.

I agree with the hatred of the nutritionist Nazis...since when are we unable to make informed decisions about what goes into our mouths?? I actually had to call restaurants and warn them about an ARTIFICIAL SWEETENER allergy this trip, since last year we had so many problems with the desserts.

I, too, miss those who have gone. It is a sad day....

Butter Grilled Pund Cake...I would have liked to have known you.....

 

[ZZUB]

You gave it the best eulogy I think I've ever seen given to a cake

How many eulogies for cake have you seen?!

Holy moly....an entire chapter about Butter Grilled Pound Cake!!!

As my wife said, "only one chapter?!"

I love it. Poor guy....you fall in love only to have it immediately snatched away from you by the food police.

Freshman year, my heart was ripped apart by a very cute, very blonde cheerleader. This hurt worse.

Oh how you would love my DS's favorite CAKE. Little Chocolate Cake with butter rum sauce. It's not little though...it's gigantic, but not with a Disney price. One week I tried to eat it for my dinner and couldn't finish it.

I don't know this cake, but it sounds fetching. Cake for dinner? My kind of person!

You have inspired me. Not the first time, of course, but I now have this uncanny urge to go look up the menus for the restaurants that we'll be eating at in September. That we made ADRs for on March 10th... Because I want - no, I need - to see what they are offering for dessert.

Save your energy. There is a LOT of time between now and September and chances are the nazis will make changes again just before your trip.

Don't you love it that your life decisions are being made for you? You will never have to make a choice again!

Ironically, such fascist thinking is perpetrated by the likes of people who insist conservatives are the ones imposing their views on the country. Trust me when I say that no Republican wants to tell you what you can eat.

It's the end of ZZUB's world as we know it.

That's great. It starts with an earthquake. Birds and snakes and airplanes.

But that music was so much more Disney to me.

Right. To be sure, the so-called tips were pretty much useless. But the music and claymation origami WERE Disney. Stacey's just some annoying chick with big ears.

ZZUB I agree you need to embark on a quest to find a replacement. Either that or sniff out the recipe!

Actually, I did score the recipe. But when Mrs. Z saw how much butter it called for, she said, "no joy" and that was that. For all my so-called persuasive skills, I can't convince the woman to make me a dessert with that much butter.

But sadly, now that I want to try this delicious goodness - it's gone. Like Mel.

At least with Mel we have some hope she'll re-appear soon.

I just got back last week.....and I'm still stewing over all the cutbacks in the restaurants. Now I'm twisted all over again....Over a cake I never knew about......But NOW I REALLY WANT THAT CAKE.That looks like some serious good eating. Take the fat out of dessert....."Gawd forbid a million times" It's just wrong in every way...
Kerri

Preach it, sister.

You're right, it's goner than gone. I can't even find you a recipe online. But what a great send off you gave it!

Thanks for looking, but as I stated above, we already found it.

I don't share the passion for these treasured treats. I'm not saddest ever because they are gone.

Then you are not welcome on my Trip Report any longer. You've now been placed on PERMANENT IGNORE!

But I'll tell you this: If I get down to Disney World in September, and sparingly enjoy my Ohana dinner so I can save room for that delectable dessert goodness known as the Ohana Bread Pudding, and some yahoo brings me out a freakin' PINEAPPLE RING with caramel sauce and proclaims that the replacement dessert, everybody within a fifteen mile radius better brace themselves for the rage.

Sorry, I'm not buying it. Anyone who has sampled the Butter Grilled Pound Cake and is not passionate about it cannot possibly muster the requiste energy for a rage.

That you would "rage" over bread pudding is cute. In a very silly sort of way.

I'm DED because it's one of your best ones and it was all about the cake. The cake! You can even turn something as simple as sampling a desert (okay, THE desert) into interesting writing.

Something about your treasure being where your heart is.

I hate to tell you this, but you've got your information wrong. Elvis is not gone, my friend. No. He's still here. With us. And by us I mean the LaLas. He's on our back porch. Right now. This very moment. Alernately sunning himself, choking on a hairball, playing with a fake fish attached to a pole and eating his kitten chow. No doubt wishing it were a jelly donut instead.

Leave it to the rednecked LaLas to have a cat named Elvis. It's truly surprising you didn't end up in Dollywood.

You admire a lot of people! Glad that I am one of the honored many!

GeorgiaAristocat!Welcome back. I would have missed you if I liked you and/or noticed you were not here.

I weep for the end of the world as we know it.

You and me both.

I don't believe you're a lawyer. You have to be a writer... or you should have been anyhow!

From your mouth to God's ears.

Uh...if it makes you feel better, the sausages are back at WCC....just got back and ate there on Saturday....yeah...didn't think so.

You called that one correctly.

 

[PISCESANGEL]

Originally Posted by ZZUB
Can you imagine a trip to Disney World without “Por favor mantengase alejado de las puertas”? No you can’t.

I had to laugh out loud about this one. I've never even thought about that until you wrote it, and you are so right, what would Disney be without the translations in Spanish??



And of course, I offer my deepest sympathy for the loss of the Butter Grilled Pound Cake

.

 

[AshClan]

I think we can agree that I love food.

BORG. I KNEW there must be something we had in common!!

You have to admire a family whose entire day is built around a meal.

And you admire me too. How awesome!! Though, truthfully, I thought everyone built their days around their meals. Am in in the minority?

If statistics can be believed, then at least 47% of the people reading this have also built a day’s itinerary around a meal.

Hmmmm, that does sound like a minority to me. Unless we're talking electoral college.

Before I go any further I want to make this painfully clear: I AM NOT RECOMMENDING YOU EAT A MEAL AT LIBERTY TREE TAVERN. Our experience there was based on the menu that existed last September. The menu has changed some since then and most importantly, the dessert menu has been altered. Like Joan Rivers. Disfigured beyond belief.

That makes me said. LTT lunch was always one of my favorite meals. I've been trying to get back there for nearly two years and can never fit it in. Now I'm thinking it might not be worth it.

But on this day in September, all was still right with the world. Obama was still the face of hope, Hillary! was still the inevitable candidate and Alabama was still undefeated.

Wait. Why is Hillary! as the inevitable candidate something that you would be happy about? Oh, I see. Perhaps you think that ole grandpa has a better chance against her?! You would probably be right.

How good is it? I took a picture of it. That's how good it is. I have NEVER taken a picture of food. NOFoodPictureTakingPeople. But after only one bite, I knew. I knew I had to capture the moment.

I was feeling guilty for not taking any food porn pics last week. Thanks for making me feel even more so. Although, honestly, nothing I ate looked as good as that! And yes it DOES sound good. Can't believe I never got around to trying it.

The same morons who make reservations for lunch 180 days before they’re going to eat it.

First you admire me, now I'm a moron.

They serve it with a big spoon, by the way. Which is both practical and ironic.

DED

Okay, I really want to quote those two perfect paragraphs. But it has been done too much already. Just a few highlights:

Indeed, the entire experience of Butter Grilled Pound Cake is perfection.....it’s George W. Bush after 9/11 and before the war in Iraq

Um, nope. Sorry. Can't even give him that 6 months. Notgonnadoit.

But all the rest of this, except for a couple of the songs with which I'm not familiar and the Cadillac (seriously?) was pretty dadgum spot on

And, oh, Johnny Carson. How I miss him.

Truthfully, I DID meet several competent cast members last week. And I can't think of any out and out incompetent ones.

And this...even though it's been quoted already:

like Ashclan’s “W Is For Women” pin, like Frickles’ copy of Math for Dummies, like LaLa’s husband’s fanny pack, like NicoleMarie’s weather forecasts, like Mel HappyHat’s so-called witty ripostes, like MasterGracie’s “Blame it all on Bush” thread, like Chapter 11 counting LaLa’s vomit references, like old Disney commercials that no one but you seems to remember, like being told that you know that she knows that you know that she knows,

....made me more than a little said. And nostalgic....

Some folks were a little hostile. If you can imagine that.

Hostile? HERE?? On the DIS?? Never.

Can you imagine a trip to Disney World without “Por favor mantengase alejado de las puertas”? No you can’t.

OMG. Freaky monorail spiel Borg. I just typed that exact phrase into my TR (elsewhere) yesterday. Did you have to check the spelling on Google too?!

The search for the next big thing continues.

Try a Kitchen Sink. Or, better yet, an ice cream cookie sandwich at the Main Street bakery. Just make sure they give you the warm Tollhouse cookies, not some two-hour-old ones from the bottom of the display case.....

Just one more thing. As I wandered around our favorite place last week, I had many thoughts of you and so many of my other CIFs (Creepy Internet Friends, TFI). One freaky ZZUB borg moment - we met a family of Soarin' first timers in line for said ride and invited them to sit "front and center" with us. They were thrilled. Thanks for the inspiration!

 

[BratTink]

Ok, cake brought me out of lurking. Great chapter Zzub! I too build my trip around my meals and, admittedly, cake.

 

[PinkPrincessZ]

Okay, out of lurkdom to say...Brilliant!

And, dadgumit, that cake looked good!

Looking forward to the next installment! (Sadly, there's no cake-eating smilie.)

 

[samc]

yikes!!! I didn't realize I'd been outta here that long - seems like I've missed alot of funny and quite a bit of grossmeout!!! - whats with the nasty socks??? guess I better get caught up ......or should I??

 

[Kimberly815]

I’m such a cake zealot that I’ve actually snuck an extra piece of birthday cake out of the refrigerator at work between the 3:00 cake party and 5:00 when the birthday girl went home for the day.

I can't believe that you are that guy.

And yet I can.



Tonight, I will dream about the cake that I will never have the pleasure of sampling.

 

[Maxie86]

I'm also coming out of lurkdom to add some drivel to this TR. Great installment. I do not make ADR's 180 days out and do not plan my days around meals. I'm not much of a foodie, but cake is another story. I never have room for dessert, but have been known to have cake for dinner, or lunch, or breakfast. I agree with your DW, I would not be able to make it either. Sometimes it is better not to know what is in something and just enjoy it, especially when you are on vacation.

 

[luv2crash]

Cake

You know how to make a bad Monday good!

I'm sure this has been talked about already, but what about the TIDE recruiting class this year?

 

[mikymouse]

Are you Irish? I feel like I have just attended a Irish Wake...for a Cake!


Here's to the next big thing

And a little something to tie you over until you find it.

A GREAT writer once told me to write about what you know. Based on this beautiful chapter YOU REALLY KNOW YOUR CAKE! I can't believe the cake chapter is as good as the opposite chapter. Amazing.

Mrs. Z must love you very much to NOT make you butter cake. Same reason I only let Mr. MM have gravy bread on the holidays.. this is not something you should eat every Sunday. I would like to retire with the man one of these years.

Outstanding... I might have to read it a few more times to give my lips some smiling excersise later today. Brilliant. Thanks!