Dirt Cake - Hell Yeah It's Vegan!
Growing up, my mother always made special cakes for my birthday — cakes so good-looking that I’m sure all of my friends wished they had a mother like mine. Usually this involved copious amounts of painstakingly applied frosting, and, if I was really lucky, some decorative sugar cubes. But my 7th birthday party was a little bit different. The afternoon was probably planned out down to the minute with games and face painting and so on, but all I really remember is the cake. When everyone gathered around the table and sang “Happy Birthday,” drool already forming at the corners of their sugar-starved mouths, my mother came out of the kitchen empty-handed and seized the flower pot at the center of the table. I don’t know how she was able to point a camera and serve cake at the same time, but somehow, somewhere in my family’s photo albums, there is photographic evidence of a half dozen 7-year-olds looking simultaneously horrified and mesmerized as she used a gardening spade to spoon slimy dirt into cups and passed them around the table. Thusly we were introduced to the delicious, unabashedly American splendor that is dirt cake. I don’t know whose twisted …
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