my angelfood agincourt

Alas! *swoon* My creative juices were cut off by an angelfood cake last night.

Angelfood!

Purchased!

At a store!

By the mother-in-law!

Can you imagine?!? *scandalized* WHELL! I never... and to think I welcomed this serpent into my home. Embraced her to my very bosom. (Er, you know how flowery they spoke in the old days...)

"This angelfood of thine methinks is like another fall of cake!"

-- Henry V's chef

So we ate angelfood cake for my darling's birthday.

Soulless angelfood.

Infernal angelfood.

Could only be worse if it were fallen angelfood.

Well, I refuse to be outmaneuvered by the in-trigues of the in-laws. I shall regroup and create another masterpiece for the upcoming "Margarita Night."

My darling will be in attendance. The MIL safely anchored down miles away with her two favorite granddaughters. The stage shall be mine. No hoity-toity angelfood to contend with. Not even a proletarian flan to compete for the heart of my truelove.

And there will I unveil....roasted, caramelized pineapple over vanilla ice cream with cinnamon tortilla crisps.

You are allowed to show your pleasure. ;?p