An ode to the Vermont Jemima:
Vanilla cake, mocha frosting, and a maple-candied slice of bacon on top of the frosting?
OH HELL YES.
If it wasn't for the fact that I'm trying to maintain my girlish and svelte figure, I'd gladly turn into a tubby fat ass again, all because of the Vermont Jemima. Alas, I shall have to love this gross-sounding but delightful sinful beauty from afar.
Sigh...