Ya know, one of my fondest memories of a visit to the Good Ol' Golden Horseshoe happened...well...shucks...not that long ago. They used to have piece of chocolate cake in there that was...well...kinda historic in proportion you might say! The thing was huge!
Twernt one layer, or two, or three. Nope! Truth is, twernt even TWICE that! I can't rightly remember how many layers it had...but I think it was at least eight or ten. And they sure didn't cut it in any of these tiny little cuts either...they served a good sized chunk of cake. The thing was so heavy you had to hold the plate underneath to keep it from bendin'!
And, was it ever good too! Done to absolute perfection...moist, chocolate through and through, with the richest chocolate frostin' you'd ever hope to find on a cake!
Why...those politically correct eatin' police around these days would have a heart attack
just lookin' at the thing!
Now...my Mama...and Dale Evans in Roy Roger's Rider's Club Rule Number 8...always taught me to finish all the food on my plate and never waste any. So...yep...that's what I did! I finished that huge piece of cake all by myself...and the memory of it has stuck with me all these years.
Any of you fellers ever have one of those huge pieces of cake in the Golden Horseshoe?
Twernt that long ago...I don't think. Least wise I remember it like it was yesterday. And,
come to think of it, I sure wish it was.
Adios for now. Talk to ya on down the trail.
Wild Ol' Dan