A gargantuan mail-order Peanut Butter Cup Cake, stacked with double layers of rich chocolate devil's food hugging real peanut butter filling, and then drowned in a dark chocolate shell, is the reason acronyms like OMFG and GSTMA* are contemporary colloquialisms. Damn you, Williams Sonoma! You too, Perfect Endings of Napa Valley! You who whip and fold by hand French artisan butter, fresh dairy cream, and sinful Belgian chocolate into the one Easter surprise that will make 2 hours at mass, and 2 months of finding the rotting eggs our ADD kids didn't have the patience to, what with LEGO Star Wars calling from the PS3 and all, completely, lusciously worth it.
Families suffering through Easter brunches and dinners together, birthday boys and girls, moms, graduates, and significant others to whom you owe a massive apology capped off with a grand token of your love and remorse all give two thumbs up to peanut butter cups the size of their heads.
The Peanut Butter Cup Cake arrives frozen, and needs no prep work aside from thawing prior to serving. It stuffs 10, with measurements of 7 1/2" in diameter, and 2 1/4" high.
*Going Straight to My Ass. OK, we just made that one up.