Dizzied and dazzled
The American girls have left. They actually left me on a street curb in a taxi to the airport at Florence. I have cooked nothing since. Nothing.
There are photos in the camera, maybe there’s something I’ve forgotten lying there?
I wanted to make this cake, but opted instead for saving the plums from an early death. You already have that recipe. The cake is an assemblage but tastes good to me. Problem is, I didn’t take a final photo when we had it. It consists of sponge layers drizzled with raspberry grappa, then spread with raspberry jam, then chocolate mousse, final layer frosted with whipped cream and studded with fresh raspberries. And it serves 12, so I can’t make it without some eaters around. Last time I served 6, then gave generous hunks away to guests and still had one-fourth to give the neighbors.
Somehow, I feel more interested in what other people are blogging than in what is in my mind. Maybe I need that sugar shock of the cake?
4 comments October 21st, 2007
