'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

from Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Sunday Dinner

Not a whole lot of mystery here.  Sometimes I just want to bake a cake.  It's crazy, I know. We had family coming over for Sunday dinner and so I gave myself permission to make a moist, fluffy butter cake with creamy chocolate frosting.  So. Good.

Will is so helpful.  He's always willing to step in to clean the dishes. 



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