When I opened the container at lunchtime, the boyfriend thought that Bodger had farted in the kitchen. Awesome. The scent of my lunch recalls the sulfurous compounds expelled from my dog's bum.
I took this as a sign from the Powers Above that I should bake something delicious and not butt-scented.
Enter Evil Pound cake.
Evil pound cake contains six eggs, three cups of sugar, one package of (full-fat) cream cheese, and three sticks of butter. (Oh, and some flour and vanilla.) According to the nutrition facts, 1/12th of the cake has 614 calories.
The recipe describes this cake:
And what's the best thing to do with Evil Pound cake? Obviously, top it with homemade raspberry sauce and freshly whipped cream:
Empirical studies (=my scale reading this morning) suggests that this is not, in fact, evil pound cake, but rather, evil 2.6-pound cake.
Fortunately, I pounded out a decent six-miler in a wayward attempt at contrition:
- Mile 1 - 9:55
- Mile 2 - 9:34
- Mile 3 - 9:25
- Mile 4 - 9:20
- Mile 5 - 8:55
- Mile 6 - 8:38
In closing, here is Mr. Stinky-Bum himself: