Dear Chicky,
Mama tried her best to get me prepared before you went back to college, but Pele ruined that for everyone.
I wanted to let you know that after you left and the smell cleared out, she did a good job.
The ingredients were ready…

All she had to do was throw them into the mixer.
In the middle of mixing, the mixer went haywire and started spewing forth smoke.
Still, Mama persevered, slowing the machine down enough to finish the task at hand.
She carefully baked me, and I cooperated by coming out of the pan in one piece…

I saw her reach for her camera, along with a knife…

She mercilessly dug her fork in, stopping for another picture…

She even, not-so-kindly, managed to send you this picture, proving that she had, indeed, eaten that bite afore-photographed…

As of this writing, there’s less than half of me left. Your daddy has been sneaking pieces all day. I fear that the end is near.
But, we will meet again…at Thanksgiving.
I’ll be counting down the minutes.
Love,
Your Favorite Chocolate Chip Not-in-a-Bundt-Pan Cake
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