Dear Triple-chocolate-peanut-butter-num-num cake....


...you have ruined my life.


I mean....just look at you...this calls for epic amounts of jaw dropping to pavement action. Not to mention two years of aerobics. I love you, you nummy sexy beast.

I stared at this for approximately 26 minutes ( I only know this because I was up to a certain bit in an episode of Veronica Mars I usually wouldn't miss) before I headed to the shop. Now see I spent what was left of the little money I had for this week on ingredients...but I plan to start working extra just to finance choccy-peanut goodness. I figure I can get a gastric by-pass or something in a few years....

However, I fear that my friends now only love me for my cake filled tupperware...

To indulge in such evil, one must click on the cake above and roll about in cream and loooove.....