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Friday, June 20, 2008
The Cake of Death Cometh
Apparently my Uncle felt I was a little homesick, or maybe he just missed me from my visit a couple of weeks ago. Who knows how the minds of the elderly work, only that whatever they do they seem to do from the heart and for that I love him. So today, in his own loving way, he sent me a Cake of Death.
Over the course of his 81 years, my Uncle has learned to cook two things to absolute perfection every time: barbecue pork ribs and a pound cake (henceforth known as the Cake of Death).
It should be noted that my Uncle and I, along with many of you Texans, have this thing we need to monitor called ‘blood sugar’. Cake of any sort is not appreciated by our bodies and the Cake of Death, well, let’s just say it should inflict a diabetic coma well before the taste leaves your mouth.
The Cake of Death isn’t very large, it’s made in a bundt cake pan. Here are some the evil angels it employs to make it delectable and deadly:
Six sticks of butter
2 cups of sweet cream
Six cups of sugar
1/2 cup Karo syrup (something has to hold it together)
1 pound of cream cheese.
Lemon juice and I’m sure there’s some flour in there.
This cake is made for one purpose and one purpose alone, to induce cardiac arrest or diabetic coma. The taste is so rich and creamy that one can’t help but eat as much as possible in one sitting. I gave half my cake to the neighbors and their kids didn’t even get a taste.
Anyway, the cake sure was good and if you don’t hear from me for awhile, you’ll all know what happened.
Posted by deadscot on 20 Jun, 2008 at 18:02Personal • (2) Comments • Permalink
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