My affectionate Jane baked herself a lovely chocolate cake with blue sprinkles for her sixth birthday. If my memory is correct, when I was a little girl, my mom turned out a seven or eight layer cake for each of the years of my life. Each layer was a different color, the delight of this child. I remember the cake being very tall and it required multiple use of the cake pans. Poor unknowing Jane only had three layers. Good thing she doesn't read this blog.
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... And it was yummy too! Yes, gOod thing. Ours were quite feats of engineering and architecture, weren't they?
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