Buttah balls.

While I'd say my attempt to have Teagan prove helpful in the kitchen was a failure of epic proportions, I did succeed in proving once again that she's mine. Can't resist a good blob 'o' butter (or margarine, in this case.) I mustered all my creativity to facilitate her "helping" me in the kitchen and had her painting margarine on the bottom of a pan to grease it. It took a wrong turn into her mouth and I shut the operation down shortly after snapping a couple of priceless photos.

 

Fortunately, this was the second of two cakes - the first of which was intended for our Young Men's Camp Fundraiser Dessert Auction at church that evening. The second, I made because, well, how do you make a devil's food cake infused with caramel and sweetened condensed milk, topped with whipped cream, more caramel and toffee bits and not make one for yourself? Particularly when pregnant. I couldn't. And as someone not well known for baking, I was shocked when my cake sold for $25 - the highest big for a homemade item. I'm still in shock. And a diabetic coma.