The great uneaten cake tragedy of 2006

After dinner last night, Sean gathered together all the uneaten pieces of cake I'd served. I don't think anybody finished dessert -- we were all too bloated from our steaks and blue cheese salad and cheese bread and cheese-topped potatoes. (After all the work I put into baking and decorating that cake, I literally ate only two bites.) I think Sean wanted to save these leftovers, but I took one look at that plate and made him dump everything. Today he took the half of the cake we hadn't touched to work and his co-workers happily disposed of it for us.

Now, of course, I wish I had some cake.