The wind is whipping.
The frost is growing.
The sky is blue but it is so mocking.
The sun is shining yet is only a mirage of warmth.
The heaters are on, to no effect, my nails are pale yet my nose is red. I can no longer feel the tips of my ears.
As I climb out of bed, my heart is heavy, I need something to take my mind of the cold which is so prominent, I feel like I am trying to slash through it with a knife.
This is a repeat cake. I know, what in the world am I doing, repeating recipes instead of trying new ones from the insanely huge list I have pending.
But I am not sorry for this.
You see, I know a very sweet family who specialise in a love for honeycomb. And caramel. And cheesecake. And I think you know which cake I repeated. But I promise you won’t recognise it 😉
All curtains aside, do you remember the scary, oh so creepy spider cake? Oh my, it gives me shivers thinking about it (heavy sarcasm in my voice :D) – What I do actual feel are little tingles of pleasure when I think about this cake. Its richness, creaminess and overall edibility factor was enormous.
Go Bake Yourself 