Oh, my goodness... Miss Pearl sent a cake...
My children have been known to drive home from points south and north of here when they knew the cake was in the house. My brother in law just magically knows that it's time to visit.
And all kinds of people make their way out of bed, from all ends of the house, in the middle of the night to make certain that they're getting their fair share of the goodness.
Folks, I bake... and am not a slouch in that department, but my friend, Miss Pearl, takes the prize with this cake. Many, many tiny layers, each baked individually, layered with homemade fudgey, wonderfully chocolatey... well... fudge... is too amazing.
She makes it a traveling 'tent' with toothpicks and marshmallows and plastic wrap, so that none of the beautifully swirled chocolate gets stuck to anything.
To properly appreciate this cake, you need to have a couple of gallons of ice cold milk in the fridge, at the ready. And it really, really will call your name from the cake stand on the table.
And the true prize is the 'edge' piece with all the fudgey frosting.
It is highly unfortunate (or very fortunate, depending on the point of view) that I am home ALONE right now with this cake.