I never intended to make Poop Cakes.
It just sort of happened.
Aaron wanted me to bake some cupcakes for him, even though it was 70 degrees and sunny, but whatever. I doctored up a can of chocolate frosting with some peanut butter and powdered sugar. I loath applying icing with a spatula, so I made a makeshift piping bag.
Apparently, I invented confectionery shit .
They tasted good and the addition of some painstakingly applied chocolate sprinkles made them look less like turd cakes. Violet had a bit of a nervous breakdown when she was refused a second helping, but rules are rules. One feces themed desert, per person, per day is quite enough.
Tomorrow is another day.
|From Heathen Family Revival|