Today my daughters surprised me with a chocolate cake in a mug, which they heard about from a Delicious link (no pun intended, but it fits) I posted right here on this blog. The cake included 78 chocolate chips. They counted. It was heavenly: warm and melty, and even though I shared bites all around, they insisted that I should get the lion’s share, and I was stuffed afterward. Oh my goodness.
And they even cleaned up the kitchen afterward. Someone give those kids a raise.
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