You know, I feel like I am getting a bad rap around here by a certain swine lovin’ blogger. Despite what she says, I did not fling her cake dome. To the contrary, I think she set me up to knock it over–a booby trap! I didn’t send her down to the basement for a beer. I agreed to join her in whatever she chose to drink. I would have been just as happy with a Pepsi! She’s making me look bad.
Does she mention how I was on my hands and knees picking up glass shards to protect her dog’s feet? Does she mention how fabulous my homemade Peanut Butter Chocolate cookie bars were? No! She accuses me of being jealous!
Seriously, I had a fabulous time. I haven’t laughed so much in a long time. It was good to see Joanne, Peggy and Ricki again. I got home close to 11:30pm. That’s way late for me. Perhaps that is the reason I accidentally lost the key to Granny’s. Dopey from my late night. Do you hear me blaming Ann?
And here’s the lowdown on the cheesecake. While it looked gorgeous–I didn’t care for it. It was too creamy for me. I like my cheescake dense! And no whipped cream. I am a NYer for goodness sake. We know cheese cake–and bagels.