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This piece of pound cake make look sweet and innocent. Don't let that fool you. A piece of pound cake nearly killed me yesterday. I made the big mistake of skipping lunch. By late afternoon I was starving. The pound cake was there. I didn't have to cook, chop or prepare anything. So I began inhaling quite a large piece. Suddenly it became lodged in my throat, and I realized there wasn't any milk. It all reminded me of the scene in the movie
Trust the Man, where Julianne Moore is on a no carb diet and, in a weak moment, starts wolfing down birthday cake. Yup--that was me. I practically stuck my head under the faucet to get relief. Pretty elegant stuff, huh. The moral of the story: EAT YOUR LUNCH.