Jack’s mom sent me a birthday cake in the mail. It was three pounds of solid chocolate. The slice you see missing above fed three people. I love chocolate and I love my mother-in-law, but this cake is so thick and rich it should be loaded into helicopters and used to smother oil well fires. Unless you want to come by and have a piece, I have to throw the rest out. My arteries are hardening just looking at this picture.
