My wife calls me up at work, and tells me that with Mother’s Day coming, she wants to bake her mother a new type of cake. She tells me she’s currently baking a “test cake”, just to make sure it comes out ok.
“Woohoo!”, thinks me – I’ll be the one to test this sucker out.
“So, what’cha making?”, I ask.
“A bacon filled cake”, she says.
“Ohhhhh-kay…”, I reply, trying to figure out if this’ll be utterly revolting or not. I mean, I love cake…I love bacon…might they actually work well together? I’d doubt it, buuuut…
“What’s the matter?”, she asks, “You think it’ll come out bad?”
“Well,” I reply, “it could work…but she’s not really that big on bacon, is she?”
“On bacon?? What, in a cake??”
“What? You said it was a bacon filled cake, didn’t you?”
“No, dippy…I said a Bake’n Fill Cake!”
:smack:
I suppose that makes a bit more sense.
Of course, if someone wants to try and put together a recipie, I’d still be open to trying a bacon-filled cake…