Remain Calm! All is well!

Sheesh, people!

First I get the circling of sharks for a piece of red velvet cake, then the picking about daily posts, then FedEx requests for cake, now someone wants to know if the butter is homemade and when are we getting homemade ice cream???

I think I have created a small horde of monsters.

First of all, the cake is gone, but not forgotten. I actually feel a little sick, as it was super rich. The icing alone was enough to send most of Gwinnett County into a sugar coma. I am pretty sure that I singlehandedly slowed our corporate production this afternoon. First, there was a cake line, second, consumption of said cake, and finally, the contented snores of the comatose. Yay for me! Here is a picture of it, prior to the swarm of locusts.

Item the second: I am posting now. Sigh.

Third: There is no way I am mailing a cake to you, Baroness von Pinkenevil (don't think that you can remain "Anonymous" with your snarky comments). I am including a picture that I found online from a woman who did FedEx a cake (and paid over $90 to do so!).

Apparently, it was an airplane. I can kind of see that. Anyway, this is Exhibit A for why I am not mailing you a cake.

Finally, regarding the dairy items, laugh it up, you jackals! I did think about making my next buttercream icing from my own butter, and I am now officially jonesing for the ice cream maker attachment for my KitchenAid mixer. Those who make snide remarks will not be invited to the party. Which brings me to my next item:

Anonymous comments....grrrr.....

I might not know who you are now, but I will find you. The Baroness tipped her hand today, and I will eventually track you down via your own lamentable grammar, stunted vocabulary or rudimentary typing skills. Sure the Internet is a great big place, sure it is fun to taunt your friend without fear of recrimination, but know this: I will find you.