We would eat so much cake batter, that by the time we got around to the cake, we were bloated and completely full. And then we would eat too much of the cake. Oftentimes we'd polish it off.
(recalling all that baking we did in our liverpool, home, and dublin street houses)
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Aching for those belly aches. I remember a night making dough and batter specifically to eat it raw. The reckless days were the most best.
Baking for one isn't quite as fun.
I would make things when Grandma and Grandpa were out, like a batch of Haystacks, then Lanny and I would eat them before they got home.
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