Irish Cream Cake – We Love God!

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CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
Dairy, Eggs	Irish	Alcohol, Bundt, Cakes, Desserts, Ethnic	12	Servings

INGREDIENTS

1		Yellow cake mix
		without pudding
4	oz	Instant chocolate pudding
3/4	c	Oil
1/8	c	Water
3/8	c	Baileys Irish Cream *
1/4	c	Vodka
4		Eggs

INSTRUCTIONS

I use Emmets, which is about half the price of Bailey's.  Combine cake
mix, pudding mix, oil, water, vodka, Baileys and eggs in  a bowl.  Beat
until smooth.  Pour into greased and floured 10 in.  bundt pan. Bake at
350 degrees 40 to 50 or until done. Cool  completely and invert onto a
serving plate.  Mix a little  powdered  sugar and a little Baileys and
drizzle over the top. Enjoy!  From Gemini's MASSIVE MealMaster
collection at www.synapse.com/~gemini

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