…I didn’t have to shank anyone to get the recipe. Thank you, Google. Because “go to prison” isn’t on my To Do list for today. Or any other day really. But that’s aside from the point here.
Of course, to be aside from the point, I suppose I’d have to have a point. I’m pretty sure someone who thinks midnight is a great time to test a new cake recipe isn’t going to be asked to contribute to the Reader’s Digest “Points to Ponder” section anytime soon. Especially when said recipe requires about two hours of one’s time. Again I digress.

The fact that I was up at midnight baking a cake didn’t strike me as even a little odd, until a friend of mine (Hi, Jane! :waves enthusiastically:) asked me why on Earth I was baking a cake in the middle of the night. I had no logical response because I really didn’t understand the question.

It seemed like a no-brainer to me. I wanted lemon poundcake. Starbuck’s: a) charges too much for theirs; b) isn’t as good as homemade, I’m pretty sure; and (probably most important) c) was closed. Therefore, I had to make the lemon poundcake myself. I then realized she wasn’t questioning why I was making lemon poundcake; she was questioning why I was doing so in the middle of the night. Huh. That isn’t a normal time to bake? Really? Well, crap.

But see, my mom and I were watching “Diary of a Mad Black Woman” ’til 11:30 or so. I could rant a little here, but I won’t. I’ll say that I loved Tyler Perry as Madea, but the movie as a whole sucked ass pretty much. Also, I’m now a little peeved that I wasted time watching that movie when I could’ve been making my cake instead. I might have to post a whole separate entry about why that movie sucked so much. Except my review is coming pretty effin’ late in the game here. I mean, the movie’s what? Two years old? Well, I never claimed to be current on movies. So there.

So much for not ranting, eh? ANYway, after the movie, Mom and I decide we want the cake, and we want it now. Okay, really, I decided that, and my mom was being a down-ass homie by staying up with me. My mom rocks like that. Don’t hate. Also, Bill had made a couple of trips to the store to get the stuff required to make this lemon poundcake, so I felt sort of obligated to make it. And I really, really wanted the stinkin’ cake, okay?

About halfway to YAY!Cake!, my down-ass homie mom decides to take herself to bed. Wuss. Let that be why she didn’t get warm cake. HA! And double HA! I did have warm cake…and promptly decided it’d be better once it cooled off. So I have to take back my “HA”s. Dammit.

Anyway, if you’ve made it this far into my entry, first, I applaud you, and second, do you have a really good lemon poundcake recipe? Mine is merely okay. It’ll do in a pinch, but I’ve recently discovered a deep and abiding affection for good lemon poundcake. So, help? Please? I don’t want to shank a ho. Really. But I will if I have to. It’s only hard the first time you shiv a bitch. :solemn nod: