That’s right. Industrial Chocolate.
This layered goodness took me back to my youth it was that good. It’s the kind of home-made diabetes defying indulgence I was first introduced to through pot luck dinners in church gymnasiums when I was a kid. Presented in disposable aluminum pans and lit by old, buzzing sodium-vapor lights.
Is it possible to listen to the gospel while being raptured by devil’s food? I don’t know.
Thanks to all the church ladies out there who taught me what real dessert tastes like and aren’t afraid to rock the world with real sugar.
Lots of real sugar.