An exercise in stupidity This

An exercise in stupidity

This weekend, my mother took two of my girls to the mountains. They brought back a bunch of fresh apples. I had been craving apple cake, and was emailed a recipe for apple struesel cake yesterday. I figured that this must be divine providence. After all, a new recipe, and a ton of fresh apples. I brought the recipe into the kitchen and got busy. I measured flour, creamed butter and sugar, added orange juice. I mixed the sugar and nuts and butter for the struesel. I greased the pan, layered the ingredients, and baked it for the required time. It smelled so good, and I was so glad that I had waited for the fresh apples. The timer binged, the cake came out. I mixed the glaze, and poured it oh so carefully over the warm cake. I cut a large wedge, anticipating the taste. I took a large bite of the apple struesel cake.....

and realized that I had forgotten to add in the apples.

Duh.