On the butcher-block island in the middle of my kitchen are the crumbling remains of a chocolate cake, smothered in way too much frosting, covering about half of the footed glass cake stand I got as a wedding gift.
I thought I’d never use a cake stand, but kids like the way cakes look when they’re fancy. And since it has a bell-shaped, heavy glass cover,…
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