Oh boy!! He anxiously anticipated this lovely cake. Why do they call it a pie anyway? I think they did this to mess with me.
I love Boston cream pie. I made it years ago....once. I swear I remembered it being beautiful and so good. You know, like this photo. Isn't it perfect? Oh how I wish this were my cake.
So the home made cake had a wee little bit of a problem. When I tried to slice it in half it kind of shattered into a million crumbly pieces. I just stood there laughing with tears streaming down my face. Oh my I am still cracking up looking at this beautiful masterpiece.
I kind of shoved it all in a pile and with enough custard dumped on it you could barely tell. Then drizzle the chocolate sauce and wa la! Kind of purdy don't ya think?
Well maybe until you turn it around to the other side. Ha ha ha! I think my daughter needs to be perhaps making all of my cakes in the future. So maybe I could win a contest for this.
The farmer was such a good sport. He had to come see why I was hysterically laughing. When I held out the lovely mess he just stood there...blink, blink, whir, whistle!!
Still the farmer ate a big old sloppy piece and just smiled. Note the large
shovel cutting utensil and the large glass of ice water to choke it down with. Where were you Paula Deen when I needed you?
Happy birthday to my farmer.