This decadent chocolate creations hides a surprise of strawberries stuffed between layers of moist, rich and crumby cake. The frosting was probably my favourite part of the recipe, being easy to spoon… I mean whip up… and it envelopes the strawberries in a warm chocolatey hug.
Then you get to devour it all.
Another year down, another year past, another year done and dusted. Congrats everyone 😀
In the words of the immortal Queen ‘another one bites the dust’. And you ALL came out on top 😉
I probably going to sound like your parents when I say this, but this year seems to have gone by quicker than the past! I swear, it is incredible! Personally, I felt like I was a newbie at uni, and WHOOSH.
There is one blogger whom I have known for literally I think the entire time I have been blogging. She is fabulously sweet and blogs daily (I know, that commitment!) about three things that make her smile.
Literally every time, they make me smile as well 😀
Which blog could I possibly be talking about but the wonderful mybeautifulthings? For those who have been journeying with me for a while, you will know that she is one of my constant guest posters, always offering to help me out with exams (*cries with gratitude*)! She has made amazing lemon curd, and a to-die-for chocolate amaretti torte, so it should come as no surprise that her latest offering will be awesome sauce!
Enjoy mes cheris, I am going to go back and hit the books! 😀
Dear Ma,
I love you. Happy Mother’s Day. I know I can’t sing in front of people yet but I hope you like this recording. I know you want to hear me sing so that is my gift to you. I hope you get my message and just how much I appreciate everything you do, be it stuffing chia seeds down my throat or bringing me tea and biscuits when I am sick 😉
Lots of love ❤
Uru
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Meet Burtukan. She is a small, unassuming girl, perhaps the same age as some of your children, 7 years old. But instead of learning how to read and write, playing sports with other kids, she is cleaning her dry little hut while her mother works from dawn till dusk to make 80c a day.
While other parents plan birthday parties and outings to the zoo with their kids, Burtukan’s mother plans on how she will feed her family of four more than one piece of flatbread a day, meagre and unfulfilling to the pangs of hunger.
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What does a 7 year old dream about? Going to the moon, riding unicorns, meeting Buzz Lightyear. They don’t have to grow up fast, they don’t have any worries. The food comes to their table at least 3 times a day, their parents work. Such a simple concept.
Burtukan is growing up fast, helping her family out while forgetting childhood and dreaming of Cafe Share which she runs on a daily basis, serving sips of water in bottle tops and leaves as biscuits to her fellow neighbours with the Ethiopian sun beating down on their backs.
Before I start this post: Sorry the pictures are not too pretty, it is a little hard with black skinned bananas 😛
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You know what? More often than not, if you have a really good run going on in life, there will be something bad to stop your flow. I am not saying something bull-charging-towards-you bad but each day has a bittersweet element.
Of course we have those days that everything is sweet but they are evened out by those days that everything is bitter no?
Am I in Germany this morning?
No
Am I of German descent?
No
Do I even speak German?
No – though I do know a couple of German words (puffs up her chest with pride)
Waiting…
So why is this beautiful autumn morning German? Because I baked and cooked like a German.
Was I wearing a girdle?
No (thank god!)
Was I wearing a nice large flowery dress just below my knee?
No
Was my hair pulled back in a bun?
No
Sorry about that pun, but with all the oats I have just used over the past couple of days, it was really coming 😉
You remember my post from Sunday, also known as my last post to date?
You remember how it was all about my new love affair with cranberries? Well, Valentines may have come and gone, but nothing will extinguish how I feel about this gorgeous red fruit. All dried and pink, all red and round – either way, it is my new favourite 😀
Sorry that really had nothing to do with this post – I was just once again putting out there how much those wonderful berries mean to me 🙂
Anyways let’s go back to yesterday, when all my troubles seemed so far away (that’s a lie, I am talking about Saturday ;)). I had an epiphany after seeing a post on the wonderful Averie’s site and it lef to me making a revamped version of her wonderful Blueberry Banana Microwave Oat Cakes. Why?
Because I epiphanised (it is not a word mind you)
What you learn to be the basis of a good marriage is often reflected by your parents. How they get along, work with each other as life partners is often subconsciously rubbed off on you and when your time comes, you try and act like that too. My time is very far off – it does not equal boy cooties (:P), more like a big framed picture of Leonardo Di Caprio from Titanic. Alright, if you insist I will hang that in my room.
But my parents, to me, seem like the perfect marriage. I don’t know if they believe in soul mates but I do and I know they are. They love each other, respect each other, regard each other and are the best of friends. And that is exactly what I wish to find someday. Leonardo was a little old but someday 😉
Happy 20th Anniversary Ma, Papa. If anyone deserves this tart it is you. The fact that you guys will willingly share this tart means you have the most solid of relationships.
I can’t begin to express how much I learn from and keep learning from you guys – the way you tease each other. The way you let go of each others’ faults and work around it. The way you show much you care for one another through the little things you do. A surprise present. Making a favourite meal. Going down at midnight to get the other some cereal or a cucumber sandwich.
What was so great about Elvis? Was it his oozing charm or his gel oozing quiff? Was it the fact that he could waggle his hips probably better than a lot of girls? Was it his, um, radical dance moves? Was it his voice which was so deep and melodious, it still makes you to want to glide with it?
Yeah, I think the answer is all of the above. He was after all The King. Full stop, no questions asked. But another thing he was famous for, a very well known thing actually (especially amongst us foodies) was his love for a special sandwich.
To be precise (ahem, Thomson without a ‘p’), a very special sandwich.
A sandwich slathered in peanut butter, overflowing with sliced banana and crispy fried bacon before the whole sandwich itself was fried again in hot butter on a pan or griddle. Sounds a little, um, out there but these days everything is. In those days, nothing was except Elvis and what Elvis did was made law so this sandwich now still bears his name today – nice one 😀
Go Bake Yourself 