Blueberry Payments...

So I tried the Blueberry Pound Cake that I made at the 4th of July again, and good thing I did...

The Cake turned out alot better this time, I coated my Blueberries in flour and greased the pan in Crisco instead of Using Pam, and it came Perfect! I made it to take to my Belle Chasse Service Unit Meeting - just to add a little levity.  Its amazing how much easier people are to work with when you feed them.  My meeting ran late, so I was in a bit of a hurry to head back to the Eastbank to make it to trivia at Finn McCools.  I mindlessly hopped onto the Westbank Expressway...and then I got to the Toll Plaza.  You see to get back into New Orleans from the Westbank you have to cross over a toll bridge, and you either need a toll tag or a $1 to get across....As I dug every penny out of my wallet I realized I had only 81cents.  Not exactly a Dollar, regardless of how you count it.  I had two options...run the toll and get the ticket, or beg.  I opted to beg.  I began apologizing as I rolled up, handed her my hodge podge of nickels and dimes.  When I saw her start to laugh at me, I sucked up my pride and offered her a slice of my blueberry pound cake to cover the other 19...she accepted and I passed.

Who would have every thought I could pay my $1 toll with 81cents and a piece of Blueberry Pound Cake!