Although the temperatures have reached what I would now call scorchio levels (and I was told never to go live in the desert), some readers are still asking me for cake recipes. Of course, I will always do so when I have a few lined up. I made this a few weeks ago, before my almost-baking embargo. I just can’t have the oven on for too long when it’s in the high 20s. Inside.
I usually work best during the afternoons. I’m a bit strange that way – I’m not a morning person nor an evening person. I’m somewhere in between. This applies during the colder months. When the weather starts getting warmer, plans like these go loopy and then it’s either late in the evening/well into the night, or insanely early in the morning. So the question I’m currently asking myself is what gave me the idea to start writing at 15.00 hrs? My upbeat playlist on Spotify isn’t even helping. I’m about to resort to slapping myself in the face to try to wake up. Please note: at this very minute it’s 18.26. Yep…p..p..
I find myself channelling Caitlin Moran‘s special power (one of my favourite people on this Earth) to put thoughts into words – eloquence and genius all in one. No success. Moran 1/ Briffa 0.
I planned to post a different recipe today but this week life has been sweet. Very sweet. I went to Flora’s three times at least partly to celebrate my birthday with my two of my dearest friends. It was so much fun. They are great company and two marvellous ladies. So this year I didn’t bake a cake – I mean, with so many indulgent cupcake and pancake trips there really wasn’t. Even I have to admit that! And frankly I just didn’t feel like spending a whole day in the kitchen like I did last year. I cooked for days, to celebrate three family birthdays on three consecutive days. This time round I knew I deserved and wanted a break.
I want to start by clearing something up: I really like this book. Well, you say, you’re writing about it on your blog, so we’re sure you do. And you’re absolutely right, but I wanted to clear that up because I know that some of my readers might misunderstand me when reading this review. When it comes to everything so-called-healthy and/or the whole ‘clean eating’ movement I can come across as quite strong in my disapproval. However, this book to me, is very far off from all that. (My only qualm about it is the use of coconut oil. But that will hopefully be dealt with in another post.)