Sugar High: Our 1st and (…next to) Last Edible Adventure

It’s a child-free Friday night on the heels of my serendipitous discovery that one of the neighborhood moms was a “specialty” baker. By serendipitous, I mean I went over there for something totally unrelated and smelled the scent that needs no introduction and the unmistakable smell of baked goods. I know a cake when I smell it.