A Recipe for Disaster, Part 2

My first thought, upon discovering the half-eaten remains of the cake I’d intended to bake for The Wedding Date, was “@#$&%& CHAUFFEUR!!!” That’s because my dad sometimes eats things I’ve made for other people before realizing they’re meant for other people. But the cake wasn’t just half-eaten.  It was mauled.  And mauled to such an…