Sometimes I cook...
... and sometimes I bake...
...and sometimes (quite rarely, I am afraid) the forces combine in what can only be described as a holiday extravaganza.
The bunny's name is Bradley. This is the cake my mother (like her mother before her) made for us at Easter. It has nothing to do with the true meaning of Easter,
but it shows an excellent grasp of perspective.
Pass the Easter Bunny - your slice was bigger than mine!
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