In a few days’ time we’ll be moving into a new apartment. Well actually, we’ll be moving back into an old apartment from a few years ago. I could explain but it really is most uninteresting and I feel I’ve already been on the topic for three sentences too many. If you’re anything like me your eyeballs are popping out of your head in a violent inner rage while you scream “the cake the cake, get to the damn cake lady!!” Or perhaps that’s just me. Now where was I? Oh yes, the cake. I was feeling happy and positive about the upcoming move. You might say I was in something of a celebratory mood. Naturally cake was my first thought. Well in all honesty, and quite unnaturally I’ll admit, running in slow motion through a hazy meadow at dusk with fluffy puppies frolicking at my feet was my first thought. Then cake. Continue reading
Rice Krispie Squares; chewy, gooey, and likely to relieve you of your fillings. I’ve had a grudge against the rice krispie square for over a decade now due to its rock-solid-stickier-than-fly-paper texture and its sickly sweet taste. But not all rice krispie squares are created equal as I recently discovered upon chowing down on some sweet treats courtesy of my sister. When I first tasted them I thought they were delicious but knew I’d have to make them again myself at a later date when I was in a more impartial mood because (a) I’d been drinking, and (b) I hadn’t had any dinner and would have eaten my own hands. The result of my efforts was still very tasty although I did make the mistake of using kerrygold – the butteriest butter in all the land – and so each square had a slight aftertaste of heart attack. I should point out however that this didn’t put me off devouring them.
Back when I was growing up the Marshmallow Top Hat was a staple of every party spread. A simple marshmallow pressed into a generous bed of chocolate with a colourful smartie placed on top had the power to drive children into a frenzy. It was a simpler time, a time when rain during the summer months was few and far between, and the biggest worry you had was what flavour soap from the Body Shop to get your friend for their birthday. There was a party on every other Saturday and you never had to worry about waking up on a Sunday morning with a dreaded case of the horrors. Life was indeed good.