...it's at its most delicious the second day.
Fortunately Dirtman and I were so impolite we didn't offer to spit JAG's cheesecake offering so that she and Trasherati could take some home.
Cheesecake for breakfast! Cheesecake for lunch!
I'll be back to blog about the gnome incident just as soon as I can fit through the door again!*
The fruit tart brought by Trasherati? Haven't seen it since, five minutes after the conclusion of the Bloggers Convention West, Heir 2 secreted up to his room. All that remains is a torn up piece of cardboard due to a temper tantrum by Salt, who was too late to
*I ate my lunch piece standing up, the effort of which was enough to counteract the calories. More or less. Give or take.