So I just got home from church and as usual I am starving. I used all the willpower I could possibly possess to NOT eat the last chocolate mini donut. I'm trying to be nice and leave it for my dear husband who is working his bum off this weekend. Instead I literally inhaled almost an entire chunk of delicious home made strawberry cake. And I'm sure by now, you are wondering where in the world I am going with this..
I spoke to a dear friend regarding the art of blogging, and what kind of shenanagins I should write about. And being that he is a friend, meaning he knows me, he suggested I try food critiquing. I freaking love food. I love eating it, it's aroma, the color, the presentation, everything. I think he may be onto something.
So, onto it then. This strawberry cake. It's delish, sugar packed and completely pink. The cake itself is notably moist and fluffy and confettied with small flecks of strawberry pieces. And the icing, hmm. It's something akin to a pound of strawberry pixi sticks whipped up into a sugary pink paste and layered thick, I'm talking half an inch, across the entire cake.
If you are diabetic, run the other way. This sugary concoction should have a warning label. "attention consumer. This delicious tasty treat you are considering consuming may cause complete satisfaction when it hits your lips, but side effects include: hyperactivity, a sugar high that not only skyrockets you, but plunges you head first into a ginormous pink cloud, sugar brain-akin to brain freeze, but minus the freeze, coma, or sudden sweet death. But fear not, the grim reaper associated with this product is the Pink Carebear and he'll ride you off into the sugary sunset on a unicorn. Yeah, that sounds about right. I'd give it my seal of approval...
I spoke to a dear friend regarding the art of blogging, and what kind of shenanagins I should write about. And being that he is a friend, meaning he knows me, he suggested I try food critiquing. I freaking love food. I love eating it, it's aroma, the color, the presentation, everything. I think he may be onto something.
So, onto it then. This strawberry cake. It's delish, sugar packed and completely pink. The cake itself is notably moist and fluffy and confettied with small flecks of strawberry pieces. And the icing, hmm. It's something akin to a pound of strawberry pixi sticks whipped up into a sugary pink paste and layered thick, I'm talking half an inch, across the entire cake.
If you are diabetic, run the other way. This sugary concoction should have a warning label. "attention consumer. This delicious tasty treat you are considering consuming may cause complete satisfaction when it hits your lips, but side effects include: hyperactivity, a sugar high that not only skyrockets you, but plunges you head first into a ginormous pink cloud, sugar brain-akin to brain freeze, but minus the freeze, coma, or sudden sweet death. But fear not, the grim reaper associated with this product is the Pink Carebear and he'll ride you off into the sugary sunset on a unicorn. Yeah, that sounds about right. I'd give it my seal of approval...
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