One of the great appeals of Thanksgiving is the anticipation.  For the most part, we all know what we’re getting into: a golden brown turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, a vegetable (optional, really…let’s be honest), some kind of bread, pecan or pumpkin pie…and pass the gravy boat ‘cause I’m treatin’ the whole works, with the exception of the pie, like Walter Cunningham Jr. wields the molasses.

There is no reason to mess with the traditional Thanksgiving set-up.  Wow, don’t mess with it, that seems like a theme for this blog as of late (see “How do you like your banner spangled?”)  

Anyway, as I was saying, I think Thanksgiving is pretty much best left alone.  Just dance with the one who brung ya all those years ago, pilgrim.  But that’s not to say that I’m against innovation and culinary risk.  Provided the old reliables are present, I don’t mind a few off–custom options.

This is one that I simply must try.  It’s called the Pumpple Cake.  It’s made by Flying Monkey Bakery in Philadelphia and their website describes it as: Apple and Pumpkin Pies baked inside vanilla and chocolate cakes covered with vanilla buttercream.

It’s the turducken of pastry!

Nicky likey.

Photo: www.flyingmonkeyphilly.com

But here’s the rub - they don’t ship the Pumpple.  Nooooooooooo!!!  FAQ #1 on the site:

1. Can you ship the Pumpple cake? I live somewhere far away and would really like one for an upcoming party.

Sorry, but we are unable to ship the Pumpple cake at this time, and this isn’t likely to change any time soon. We devote many hours of time and patience to crafting each cake and customers pay good money to receive one. The idea of our precious cake flying through the air and arriving at your house in less than stellar condition does not jive with our commitment to quality products.

All right.  I get the craftsmanship and the pride in the work deal.  I really do.  But this is not one of those instances when I am looking to eat with my eyes.  I couldn't care less in what shape this baby arrives.  I just have to have it.

So I guess we’re either road tripping to Philly or somebody who is heading to Philly needs to hook a brother up!  Anyone...anyone...Bueller?