My reaction to this Cakewich Pan was something like this:  ‘hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.  Uhm, I want one.  hahahahahahahahahahaha.’

It’s the simple things, really.

And the thought of serving up a cake to my shortie (who gets a steady stream of PBJ / eggless salad / tomato and veggie sandwiches, as many toddlers do) makes me smile.

But then I got concerned… what if every sandwich for the rest of her life will be a bitter disappointment?  Will she seek the sweet, subtle flavoring of a pound cake well done in every crust of whole grain bread I place before her?  Will she turn her nose up at the most scrumptious of gooey panini pleasures?  Will the allure of a crunchy and crumby baguette and cheese on the go allude her forever?

All for the love of a novel cake pan!?!?  What kind of MONSTER am I!?!?

Nah.  :)  I need one. Stat.