I seriously thought about letting the chickens have the fruit; but then I decided to be a good farm wife. I removed the offensive spots and made a cake.
It's not the prettiest cake, but I've definitely made worse. This time, the taste was just right--slightly tart, not too sweet. It was even a little undercooked, which made a gooey, pudding-like center. Heaven!
Whipped cream turned bad fruit karma into a decadent, pack-on-the-pounds, thunder-thigh making dessert.
When Dr. Big got home, Bandwidth said, "She made another weird cake."
"Just taste it," I said and slipped a spoonful into Big's mouth. He chewed in complete silence, which can be a good or bad culinary sign.
"The chickens'll love it," Bandy said.
I'm linking to Lady Katherine's Tea Time Tuesday. It's her birthday, so be sure to stop by for a visit.