I Eat All the Pies: February 2004 Archives

I interrupt the writing of my preliminary abstract to let you know that I just tried a two-tier chocolate cake covered in a dark chocolate and orange marmalade fondant. I think my exact words were,

...munch, munch, pause, "Oh my god, Cathy! Turn me straight already."

An hour on, and this cake's endorphin rush still has me grinning like a sprinklee of the fairy dust. Though a thoracotomy is far more efficient, the way to a man's heart is thought to be best reached through his stomach; I now know myself to be that fickle beyond any doubt. In a slightly different Universe, I think I'd drop everything to be with someone who could bake a cake this good; even a woman. Give me some AA batteries and I'll certainly try my best.