Perhaps it was heaps of pent-up energy from the winter.
Or some negative chi or things on my mind that I needed to get out of my system.
But I was a woman possessed today.
The cooking alone would have been plenty. A marathon dog walking session and some shovelling fuelled by anger at spring taking too long to melt the snow off the deck was just crazy.
At least it makes up for the food.
I mean, this cake doesn’t even exist anymore. Gone.
I don’t know where one of the kids got the idea for pineapple upside-down cake. I think a friend has better cable TV than us and they watched someone make this. The only time I’ve ever made it and eaten it was about 20 years ago with Poppins.
The taste (obviously, given my gluttony) was delicious – super bright with pineapple and then this moist coffee cake underneath. I had to babysit the entire cooking process, as the heaps of butter and brown sugar oozed and burned in the oven. In fairness, that was probably my fault for cake pan selection. I’ll totally make it again.
Funny enough, none of the kids, including the one who requested it, liked it.
Us grown-ups? We demolished it.
Thank heavens I did all that walking and shovelling.