Ode to Peanut butter

Alright, I have a special place in my heart for this sticky substance. Baking cake with it is just a fun and fabulous treat for me. Got up early this morning to do a cake for a special dog, grated carrots, mixed up the magic goop that comprises The Honeybark Happy Barkday Cake and voila! It's done.
I wish everything in life could be so easy. For me, baking a cake is much akin to making music. I remember back in the day when I played the violin in the school orchestra. The combination of the cellos and the violins, the violas, the brass altogether was just quite beautiful when everyone knew their place in the music. It was magical to be in the midst of something that came together in such a way to evoke that flutter of happiness inside. I always felt so satisfied after a concert or a good rehearsal. I walked away feeling elated. Now, I mix the cake, bake it, walk away to do some other tasks and 'ding!' Upon opening the door to the oven, my cake is presented to me like a performer taking a bow after the curtains have been pulled aside. I applaud you little cakes. I applaud your aroma, texture, beauty and health benefits. You, little cake, are made from those wonderful ingredients that make you so powerful and yummy. But my reverie is disturbed only momentarily because my little taste tester is here. Uh oh...here comes Katie...and she's sniffing for cake...