Which, I'm sorry to say, I do with some frequency.
Anyway, the resulting golden pound cake swelled masterfully in the oven and looks very appealing. See?
I can't wait to eat it. Under normal circumstance, I would dig right in, but we have friends coming over for dessert, and I'm thinking a half-eaten cake might not be the right gesture of hospitality. Possibly I could slice a piece off the bottom, but . . . risky. Also, other family members might insist on their fair share.
Patience (drumming fingers).