In the form of a heart-shaped cake courtesy of my friend Melissa.
I shared it with my husband. We passed it back and forth. Each taking a bite at a time. It was devoured within minutes.
Had to ask Melissa how she made it.
Figured that my cake-mix-only friend had spread her wings. That she had traded in her box for real batter made from scratch.
I was fooled.
Apparently, I have Duncan Hines to thank for my fine-tasting fudge swirl cake. And a mini heart cake pan from Crate & Barrel.
Who knew?
Perhaps it was all that chocolatey goodness on the cake that masked the fact that a box mix was used.
Who cares?
Not I.
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