It occured to me as I cut into the third cake in as many days, that perhaps baking could have something to do with my two remaining "baby kilos." In fact, I think they can be more aptly labelled "baking kilos." Oh, but the joy of a hot cakey brownie on a rainy afternoon.
...is Sebby. I did nothing for Valentine's Day. Pai has been deathly ill, and being gone meant that I just didn't have baking or crafting on my brain. Zita never lets a holiday pass without pagentry, so with Freddy's help, she made this cake from scratch.
The two of them brought it up to the sala where the fire was going, and served the cake with pride.
She never uses a recipe, and it always turns out. I'm so glad there is another baker in the house, but I'm still full of guilt for not coming through with anything.
