So, there I was, minding my own business. trying to bang through my Christmas post (which will be posted on Boxing Day, owing to some little contract I signed with some tiny, unheard of Public Broadcasting Company), when my cousin sends me off a little email commanding me to watch something.
Ever obedient, I watched. And I really think you should, too– all five of you who read me. There’s not so much to say about it, apart from the usual OMGs. One viewer has already beat me to the punch by stating that her version of the recipe wound up looking more like a Chernobyl cake than a Cherpumple— the dessert world’s answer to the Turduckhen (a dish I have always loathed and avoided).
I can’t wait to see what people will come up with next.