In my dreams, I wake up in the morning, go to the door in my fuzzy slippers and spy a little pink bakery box secretly left on my doorstep. And inside is a magical Joseph’s cake–magical because no matter how many slices you eat, there is always a full cake left to slice into. Oh, and double frosting.
This cake from Joseph’s had some definite magic to it:






by Theresa Valls
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