I can cheat and have a tiny slice of cake (sometimes) but otherwise all the desserts I make belong to my guy. I've been trying to downsize these, too, as he can't really eat an entire cake by himself. I hunted around for a small pineapple upside down cake recipe, and I was happy to find this one that serves four. I used a small loaf pan as I didn't have a 6" round cake pan, and I left out the pecan halves, but otherwise I followed the recipe. Don't tell my doc, but the results were delicious. :)
This is a story that starts out very sadly, so if you're depressed by the holidays you might want to skip the first part. As far back as I can remember I've dreaded the holidays. Being poor, having constant family troubles and belonging to a strict religion made that time of year always pretty unhappy. I just hunkered down and hoped to get through without being yelled at or punished because I didn't do something I was expected to do, like sit in church for hours without moving or making a sound while a priest spoke mass in Latin. Gifts were uniformly disappointing, too. My mother usually gave me dolls or socks or underwear for Christmas. I understand now as an adult that she was doing the best she could, and trying to save money at the same time, but as a kid I'd been told good children got what they wanted for Christmas. I was a pretty good kid, but while my friends received new bikes and cool toys and lots of treats from Santa, I didn't. I thought San
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