It’s All About the Batter

It was a later night, and I couldn’t get sleep.  My sister was baking a cake, and I decided to get out of bed and go down there.  I saw the cup of chocolate, and the rest is history.

I wish we were more in the mood to eat cake.  It looked so beautiful…

 

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