Bear with me. I was gonna go to my sister’s in LA for Thanksgiving but then, last minute, the COVID dreads got the better of me and I decided not to go. Instead I will be making dinner for a small group. I immediately called my go-to place to see if it was too late to order one, it was. So I decided to get one from Whole Foods, you know, organic yada yada. As it turns out my car was in the shop getting a new bumper (long story) but I didn’t want to waste another day so I walked there with a back pack. Once I was there I picked up a few other items including a dozen eggs. When I returned home the eggs were no longer in my back pack. Dammit to hell.
My inclination was to just forget about it. But then I thought about litter, the mess, rats. I walked back and sure enough . . . only three were broken! So I decided to make a cake. I chose a German chocolate cake. Afterwards I wondered if it was really German because I have not seen them there.
In fact they were invented 50 years ago in Texas by a man whose last name was German.
Wish I were better at this sort of thing but no one will notice This shit is truly amazing. Coconut, pecans, caramel
Not exactly pretty
