I’ve been in a bit of a bind with this blog thing lately. I’ve got about 14 half written posts that make no sense. I’ve got potentially great recipes that I can’t quite perfect and even better ideas I haven’t had a chance to make. My files are a half-thought out, note filled disaster. I’ve got miscellaneous ingredients and dated dairy spilling out of my refrigerator and a freezer full of good things with the potential to be great things. What I don’t have right now is time. I know, cry me a river. It’s a repeating theme lately and a situation I promised myself, while relaxed and happy deep in the French countryside, that I wouldn’t get myself into again. Yet here I am. With the holidays approaching, it’s only going to get worse. So what do I do in these situations? Make cake.
STRESSCAKE 