katie and the great [accidental] punkin dessert

this story begins about yonder six months ago

there i was, in the pudding aisle at the grocery store

[what, you didn't know it's called the pudding aisle? well...i know.]

and lo and behold, butterscotch pudding!

10 for 10

i says to myself,

"this seems like a grand idea, self."

[note: what i should have said to myself is, "do you have an excess of cupboard space in which to store an inappropriate amount of butterscotch pudding?" but 10 for 10 pudding is not time for logic.]

fast forward to last sunday evening

blissfully making punkin [aka pumpkin] cake for monday's church potluck

but when i went to flip the cake out of the pan...

the following happenstance occurred:

the punkin cake and i, we stared at each other for a bit

and then i went upstairs...

...and went to bed.

and dreamt frightful, punkiny dreams

monday morning, i woke up in a fussle

[just go with me on that word]

i grabbed my smartyphone and did what any good chef would do

i googled:

"what to do when your cake falls apart"

and then,

the internets told me about a little dessert known as trifle

oh the trifle and i

we became fast friends

layered cake crumbs and other goodness??

well, what do you know

but i had all these convenient cake crumbs in my kitchen

i then googled:

"what kind of pudding goes with punkin cake?"

[except, i had to play by google's rules and spell pumpkin the conventional way. psh.]

and lo and behold

what did google have to say?

butterscotch

butter-freakin-scotch

and we all know

what kind of pudding i happened to have in plethorous amounts

it went down as follows:

and let me tell you...

raving. success.