Compelled by ancient tradition

I made Guinness cake the day before St Patrick’s Day.

A pound of fruit (chopped), a pound of flour, a bottle of Guinness and an hour later…cake. The problem with this stuff is that I’ll just goddam eat it. I took it to book club to get it out of the house. I don’t know if they were being polite but they ate it.

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