I tried to find the trademark little “T” in a circle to use after the word Snickers, but didn’t care enough to search very hard…
In order to keep up my end of the bargain that I wrote about on Monday, I will have to both give you a recipe and show pictures of Grady today. Wee! Double topic post!
This is the best cake that you will ever have. You should only have it once or twice a year though, ’cause it has a 73 % chance of giving you diabetes.
1 Chocolate Cake mix from a box (I use Duncan Hines Moist Deluxe Dark Chocolate Fudge, but you can use whichever one you like best)
25 caramels ( I used Kraft caramels that you used to melt and cover apples with when you were a kid)
1/3 cup milk (whole if you gots it)
1 stick of butter
1/2 – 3/4 cup of cocktail peanuts
2 cans of frosting
1. Bake the cake, allow to cool for a bit
2. Poke 12-15 holes in the cake with the wrong end of a wooden spoon
3. Melt together the milk, butter and all of the caramels. Stir this until all the candy is melted into the sauce, about 15 – 20 minutes.
4. Pour the sauce over the cake, getting it in all the holes.
5. Roughly chop up the peanuts, sprinkle them over the cake evenly.
6. Microwave 1 can of frosting until it is pourable but not soupy.
7. Pour the frosting over the cake. It will look not so hot right now.
8. Let the cake sit over night, untouched. This is a difficult but necessary step.
9. The next day, microwave another can of frosting to the same just pourable consistency. Spread it over the cake, making it all pretty.
10. Serve in small pieces with a large glass of milk.
And now, some pictures of Grady!
These are from about 4.5 years ago. Grady was about 6 months old. As you can see, he had yet to grow into his ears. I think of these as his teen years.
This is our old couch. He loved to sit on the back cushions like this, slowly crushing all of the stuffing down to a weird misshapen lump.
…And then he would slip behind the cushion. He had yet to figure out cause and effect, so he blamed us for his plight.
See? Full of the blame.
I’ll get you, you Wascally Wabbit…