Friday Confessional: Let 'em eat cake.

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I confess:

I don't like to cook.

It is not rewarding to me.

It is not how I show my family my love.

I live with a bunch of ingrates that

"hate" what cook.

I especially don't like to bake.

Who needs extra treats around the house anyway right?

Kid #1 had Pack Meeting last night.

They had a cake decorating contest.

Which meant that I had to bake a cake.

I. don't. bake. cakes.

So, what did I do?

I confess:

I went to the *Bulls Eye*

and

BOUGHT a cake.

Then guess what I did.

I brought it home, scraped off all of the store frosting and decoration,

and re-frosted it with some frosting I had in the food storage.

Nice, huh?

When Peanut came home, he decorated it happily!

This is how it turned out!

 He won the prize for "Funniest Cake" 

I thought it was wonderful!

Here are a few of the other cakes that were there:

I confess:

This morning when the cake slipped out of Peanut's admiring hands and landed frosting first onto the floor,

I was sad that his masterpiece would not be enjoyed, (except by the tile).

But I was also grateful that the temptation of cake was now in the garbage.

What do YOU have to confess?