I don’t know about you, but when I hear the lyrics of the Christmas song “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” where the carolers are demanding figgy pudding, I can’t help but thinking that they’re being a little rude. Like, did I even ask for you to come to my house and start singing in the first place?!
Whoever discovered that roses taste as good as they smell… thank you. You’ve helped me justify having so many different roses in my garden. Not that I felt I had to have an excuse, but there’s nothing wrong with having one ready, you know?
I honestly believe that chocolate as we know it in its modern form is proof that God exists and loves us very, very, very, very much. Please don’t try to change my mind, I prefer to live in this version of reality.
Each summer my exercise routine consists of repeatedly running frantically out of my kitchen to the backyard, flapping my arms and yelling “ch ch ch ch” to scare away the scrub jays from my nectarine tree. When I’m tired, I make the boys do it.
You know those cartoons that show a person debating what to do with an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other giving conflicting advice? This cake is like the two of them got together and struck a deal.
You’ve likely heard the saying “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure”. This cake is a true treasure traditionally made with “trash”. Well, kind of.
If you’ve ever worked with phyllo dough, you know that you’ve got limited time to use it before it turns into a flaky, dried out mess. All is not lost.