Several weeks ago, Lloyd told me that he was craving Black Forest Cake. “How come you never make Black Forest Cake anymore?” he would ask. I would respond, “Shhhhhh. Television’s on.”
Well, I actually made several trips to the grocery store, each time forgetting that he had asked about it. Today I needed to go buy printer ink and cat food, and actually remembered. I bought cake mix, eggs, whipped cream and a can of cherries. My idea was to make up some little cakes-in-jars, freeze them, then assemble a BFC as needed. Hmmmm. Cherry stuff in a can doesn’t keep very well, but cherry preserves do. I grabbed a jar.
Then I passed the snack cake aisle.
Oh, yes.
Let’s do this. My only regret is that they were Little Debbies and not actual Ding Dongs. Split the cake. Add cherry preserves.
Re-assemble. Or eat open-faced. I’m not the boss of you.
It was quite satisfactory. I might not get around to making the real cake.