The photo is of the almost-disappeared apple cake I made yesterday afternoon. I used some of the apples we picked the previous Friday. The cake was wonderful, moist, and flavorful.
If the applesauce cake I’d made previously had been consumed, this would have been devoured. The photo shows all that was left of two loaves.
Now the photo below shows the number one beggar whenever the cake was sliced or served. He is so desperate for apple cake that he has bothered to learn the two words, and if you say, “I’d like another slice of that apple cake Max is at your feet, looking earnest and starving. Whisper those words, and your best buddy is there for you to share
“Hi, I’m Max. Dad is exaggerating, but if you share with me, I’ll be your best buddy!
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Max, you’re a cake whore after all. It’s OK. Your dad has my address but do I get zucchini bread?
Max “I finished that too.”