Another niece had another birthday. Again. I was invited to attend. Again. I showed up. Again. I was asked to make the cake. Hmm, this was a new development.
However, the day before the tween hit twelve, I had invited all 10 of the niece and nephews to trick or treat at my corporate headquarters:
- chocolate cake mix
- chocolate fudge filling
- chocolate icing
- chocolate chips for deco
- butterscotch chips for deco (hmm, branched out a bit here)
And so, after dropping off the last of the kids to the last respective house, I started to bake. It was already 8pm. Here's how far I got by 12am:


So Saturday dawned cold and rainy, and I schlepped over to attend this THRILLING foray:

a few shots of the birthday girl had to be taken:











Comments I heard included:
- Damn, that is some cake!
- Auntie, I don't want a piece, it's too big for me.
- I smell chocolate. Do you smell chocolate?
- You didn't make that.
- That's a lot of chocolate.
Then the tween posed, blew out the candles and cut the cake:
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