“Are we going to have something chocolate, too?” my friend Samantha asked me.

It was Thanksgiving morning. I considered the pecan dessert another friend was bringing, the pumpkin chiffon pie in the refrigerator, the Greek cheese pie in the oven, and Sam’s own Parker House rolls still in progress. Plus the rest of the meal I’d be co-hosting. Then I responded “yes.”

Time for a wacky cake.