I have a little bit of OCD.
I think everybody has it an eensy bit, right?
Like, for example…
Every time I drive past an 18 wheeler on the highway I count the tires. Every. Time.
I’m not sure what deep rooted issues I have that’s caused tire-stress…but I count them. Just to make sure.
Also, whenever I go into a public restroom by myself I look in every stall to make sure there are no hobos or serial killers hiding out, crouched on top of the toilet ready to kill me as soon as I drop trou.
I blame that little quirk on Harry Connick…did you ever see that movie Copycat? Well, if you don’t want bathroom-stall-checking OCD, don’t watch it, kay?
Annnd I might be slightly obsessive compulsive about not eating purple candy, the way my sheets are folded before I can get into my bed and my magazine reading ritual…but I am not going to bore you with all my crazy.
So yeah…I have a few weird little issues that have plagued me for many years. I don’t really see a time in my future where I’ll suddenly start eating purple candy or drive by an 18 wheeler and not count the tires or, (gasp) dare to relieve myself in an unchecked public restroom.
Sometimes to ease the pain of being me I self medicate. With cake. Made from Mountain Dew.
I should basically be a doctor, so I can prescribe cake.
Now this cake looks unassuming. Just a regular old bundt cake. But looks can be deceiving. I mean, I think I look pretty regular, boring even…but as we have already established I am mad-crazy. Just like this cake. Get to know it a little and you will see…
It is easy and cozy and lemony and delicious. Mad-crazy good.
Make it. Love it. Embrace the crazy.
Mix that together with the usual cake stuff…eggs, oil…
And pour it into a prepared bundt pan.
Next, a cake is just not a cake without some sort of sugary coating, so mix together a little extra Mountain Dew and some powdered sugar.
If anyone asks, tell them you’re taking your medicine.