This past weekend offered very little in terms of relaxation and a whole lot in terms of an endless loop of tasks to be completed. Among those chores was the requirement that I bake a cake to be cut in the shape of Atlantic County, New Jersey.
Now this is the sort of assignment I would normally enjoy. But it says a lot about my weekend that the first go-round turned out like this.


Because what I really wanted to do this weekend is bake TWO cakes.
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You really DID want to bake two cakes so you could have one cake and eat one, too. I'm sure the boy didn't complain. :)
But I know even in its crumbled form it tasted amazing... as only the Sass Mom can do!
Speaking as a native New Jerseyan forming a cake in the shape of a county is a very civilized thing to do, but being a native New Jerseyan the thought presently overwhelming me is that no matter how hard one tries one cannot polish a turd and Atlantic County is right at NJ's rectum. (rectum, damn near killed 'em). We're here til Tuesday, try the veal.
I only bake cakes in the form of square or slightly rectangular counties. It's just a personal moral code I try to live by.
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