After Much Screaming...

...I have decided that there was in fact milk in at least one of the two cakes I ate pieces of last night. Which sucks not only because my baby's in pain again, but because I bought some goat cheese and was wanting to try that on pizza. Of course I can't do that when she's experiencing the effects of cow's milk, since those will mask any the goat's milk might have and I won't be able to tell if I can eat it. Hopefully we'll get through this before the goat's cheese spoils.

Cake = milk = bad. Must remember that.