I can’t tell you how many times my husband and I made the drive through the beautiful, though sometimes scary Western mountains to Frostburg, Maryland over a span of five years.
As we drove up to get our graduate all packed a final time, we stopped at a gas station off 70 West about an hour outside of Frostburg. Hubby ran in to grab a few drinks for the road as the gas pumped along.
What he fell upon was the most amazing display of homemade cakes, pies, cookies and goodies…
What the? #ithoughtthiswasagasstation
He called me in to see the spectacular display and to choose a few of them to try. There was everything from the most decadent Peanut Butter Brownies and Dreamy Orange Creamsickle Cake to this… the Butter Pecan Cake… and yes… you can taste the butter in the cake and frosting here.
It was like going to a grandmother’s baking convention.
#whyamijustexperiencingthis #whatkindofcrueljokeisthis #everythingwasamazing
The crumb on this cake was absolute perfection. I am so incredibly tempted to make the 2 hour trek back to that gas station to buy up a troth of those treats! Good thing I can’t remember the name of the place! For now…. I’ll keep working at the recipe and when perfected, I’ll share them with you!
Happy eating!
#gettingdelicous