I’m not sure how Christmas ever felt complete without a dish of vegan kitty litter cake sitting to the left of a roasted bird. This should rightfully be labeled Phase 1 of the project, but I feel more satisfied labeling it Movement Number 2. The purging of my culinary stupidity was nonetheless successful.
Considerations are still in place to add cacao nibs for some always appreciated junky turd texture.
I’m undecided whether eating these sweet droppings was more enjoyable than observing the look of disgust on my mother’s face while doing so.
Next phase is building the cake.
I’ll put the full recipe together for you once it’s run its course…
I planned on incorporating a few more bowel movement jokes in this mini-post, but they were shitty.