I Cake, Therefore I Am otherwise known as There’s Never A Wrong Time For Cake

deepsouthcakes's Blog

My friends will tell you if you stop by my house you can expect to get fed and cake is always, always on the table. In the South many of us grew up in this was still standard to the household. It was just something you expected, like peanut brittle in your Christmas stocking which was often times a hunting sock, or buttery stone milled grits at breakfast. A comfort after a long day or a happy companion to your coffee at sunrise..image

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