Even with my best intentions, my diet has not gone well. As a matter of fact my scale has gone in the wrong direction!
It really wasn’t completely my fault; I had forgotten my husband, Mark’s, birthday. It happens every year so you’d think I’d remember the cake, but alas I forgot.
He has to have a German chocolate cake, a deliciously tempting tradition. I understand it‘s a tradition and I am all for tradition, but this cake is too good to resist.
Three layers of light chocolate cake filled with a frosting that is loaded with coconut and chopped pecans, it’s simply delicious. It is as good raw, as it is cooked, and before the cake is even out of the oven I’ve already eaten a full serving!
Losing weight with this cake in the house is impossible! This year I got smart and brought the cake to my brother in law’s house, and left most of it with them; damage controlled.
Alas, this was the birthday that never seemed to end. First we celebrated with the cake the weekend before at his brothers’ house, then on the day of his birth. We celebrated again with friends the following weekend. All was good until he looked at me and said, “You are going to bake another cake aren’t you?” Honestly, I hadn’t planned on it!
I’m a sucker for birthdays so, of course, I had to indulge him. To further control the damage I suggested our guests take some cake home with them; they politely refused giving me that knowing look that says, “We’re on a diet, and we simply couldn’t!”
It looks like February is going to be the month of my weight loss; thank goodness we have an extra day this year!
When you are not trying to lose weight, you really should try this cake . . . it’s worth it!
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