Sour Cream Pound Cake* is resting and cooling as we speak, prepared for our office Christmas dinner tomorrow.
The kittie stayed completely underfoot the entire time I was putting the thing together, so much so in fact that I had to put her in the bedroom and shut the door, because the only thing she hadn't done during the process was shove her face in the batter, and I swear she had the look in her eye.
But I reckon her whacked-out behavior was likely confusion due to my using the kitchen and my nice equipment, such as my KitchenAid Stand Mixer, in a manner in which she hasn't seen in almost twenty-four months. The most she ever sees me do in there these days is open her Fancy Feast or make myself some toast with Nutella or fry an egg.
*This is the perfect cake--comes out really moist due to using a box of chocolate pudding in the batter and it doesn't require icing. The recipe does suggest sprinkling powder sugar on top, but it's really gilding the lily, if you ask me.
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