Despite powdered sugar being very obvious on the paws of a black cat, there was no evidence. A cat licking its paws, who’d a thunk?
The cake is gone, now. I ate the last piece for breakfast. Think of it as cold French Toast.
The balls are the taffy-like grape frosting. They will be covered in white chocolate to create truffles. (But I’m not doing it, so there will be no blog post about it.)
