If I do not win, or at least place, all is not right with the world.
Just look at that yumminess!
Of course there was typical Sasha drama in the baking of the cake. I got 8 oz of sour cream instead of 16, so I found another half-eaten 8 oz container in my fridge and added a splash of milk for good measure. Slim had scrounged around and found me some Kahlua to use, but when I measured it, it wasn't quite enough, so I made up for it with Amaretto. (The other choices in the Sasha Liquor Cabinet were Buttershots, Peach Schnapps or Hot Damn, none of which sounded like a good idea and were at least 15 years old.)
But it smells divine and looks sinful. And I scoped out the competition and saw nothing else worth of a prize.
Check back in a few hours..... I will either be celebrating or having the sadz. Will you give me a hug if I lose?