If French philosopher and gourmand Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin (1825) was right when he said that then I am perhaps the most well named person I know. I am proud to say that I am a Smith from the tiny little island of Smith Island in the Chesapeake Bay and this my friends is Smith Island Cake.
What can I say? It’s in the genes. I can’t fight it. I like to think that as a Smith the calories don’t count and I’m really just keeping up family relations. Staying in touch with my roots. Building a bridge from one generation to the next. Yeah that’s it!
Since I knew going into the day that lunch was going to involve that little slice of heaven I started light.
I finished light as well but I left my camera in the hotel room so unfortunately there are no pictures 😦