Mr. Kipling's Cherry Bakewells (Patreon)
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"What are those little... those little frosting cakes? With the cherry on top?" I asked the first time, elbowing my way into frame even though, up till that point, it'd just been a catch up between Matt and Fabienne.
"Ooh! Oh, ah... Bakewell! Cherry Bakewells."
"YEAH. I want THOSE again!!!" My Mother-in-Law laughed and Matt rolled his eyes, remembering my Bakewell Binge from last year. Over Matt's objections ("Baby, those are SO bad for you.") I made a note to remember their name this time, and brought it up in every weekly call before we flew back.
YOU WILL NEVER GUESS WHAT WAS WAITING FOR ME WHEN I HAULED MY TRAVEL-WEARY, WAY-IN-THE-WRONG-TIME-ZONE, SELF INTO HER GUEST ROOM SEVERAL WEEKS LATER.
If you guessed "A six pack of Mr. Kipling's Cherry Bakewells" then you are wrong.
................because she'd bought me two.
So, yes, that does mean I've been working my way through twelve disgustingly artificially flavored tiny trash cakes during my stay with the in-laws.
And yes, I do feel very good about myself and my life decisions, so shove it, Matt.