I’m in a Club for Stay at Home Mom’s and each month we have a New Members Tea. The members of the club rotate turns hosting. On Tuesday it was my turn to host. I like hosting these things because it ensures that at least once a year the house gets thoroughly cleaned. I held a Bake-Off and challenged anyone to beat my White Wine Cake, which is famous among dozens. In the running: Cheesecake, Danish Wedding Cookies, Bailey's Irish Cream Cake, Crumb Cake, Banana Pudding, and Cinnamon Pecan Pull-Apart Bread. It was all so delicious that I didn’t even vote for my own but the thing that you’ll never believe is… my White Wine Cake didn’t win. Now this doesn’t put me off in the slightest, since what I was really hoping for was some smack talking LAN Party style and as I mentioned I voted for someone else’s. But I know that both Sam and Mike will be aghast.
Because they too, believe in butter.
The party went well. Connor caused no other children to cry and actually managed to keep his clothes on until everyone left the party. But shortly after our last guest left I found him all keyed up and naked alternating between standing in a chair on the porch rubbing sunscreen (sunscream as he calls it) on his bare belly and running over to the cooler of ice that was tipped over onto the deck playing in it like a Labrador puppy in a puddle. His nudity phase makes me glad we have a privacy fence.
The Cinnamon Pull-Apart Bread was a well deserved win, Jorma and I eating enough cake that we spent the remainder of the day, lounging around the house in a sugar coma while Connor bounced off the walls. All in all it was a good day. All Hail! The White Wine Cake The Cinnamon Pull-Apart Bread!
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