It's Carrie's Birthday.
I'd sing Happy Birthday but I can't hold a tune – so instead I'm going to blog about cake – birthday cake.
I love cake. I love to bake them. I love to eat them. And if I was an erotic romance writer I'd have my characters.......I'll let you fill in the visual.
For my friend's 40th birthday she called up and asked for my chocolate cake. She doesn't bake. That in itself floors me. When I'm not writing or editing or critiquing or revising – I bake. I experiment with new recipes and pull out old favourites.
The cake my friend wanted is not MY cake – it's a recipe from a book – but to give you an idea I'll run through the first 5 ingredients
12 ounces of butter (cup and a half)
10 ounces of dark chocolate (cup and a quarter)
12 egg yolks
8 ounces fine sugar (1 cup)
6 egg whites
That's just for the cake – then there is the chocolate mousse between the layers and the chocolate ganache poured over the whole thing. Plus a little whipped cream thrown on just for some extra loving. Luckily, no one I know is diabetic, but I have probably added a few inches to the hips of my friends.
Found some pictures we can all drool over. These are not my cakes - I can bake them and ice them - can't decorate like this.
To me chocolate cake is the greatest comfort food. Yes it's rich and loaded with calories and fat and carbs and whatever else isn't good for you. But to me chocolate cake is "soul food". Makes me feel good right down to my soul. Do I eat it every day? No. But I sure wish I could.
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Having been betrayed by the man she assumed she was destined to be with forever; Julie Anderson slapped Robert Holiday in an angry ending to their brief love affair. Heartbroken that her love affair didn't end with the fairy tale Happily Ever After, Julie leaves town to pursue her dream of being a dancer. As fate has a curious sense of humor, eight years later, they wake up in bed together. Now it is up to love to fix what time cannot mend.
Five years - Julie hadn't seen or thought about him in all that time, and now in the middle of nowhere, he stood on the beach drying off from a swim. Droplets flew as Robert shook his hair. His black mane was shorter than the last time she saw him. The wet ends dripped water on his bare, muscular shoulders. Tricia, an old high school friend once said he had the body of a male stripper - time hadn't changed that.
She stepped back onto the beach path, transfixed by the sight of the one person she hated. Her repulsion and loathing of him ran so deep; she'd repressed all memories of him. She thought he'd loved her, and had taken a chance, opening up her heart and body to him. But, instead of returning her love, he proved himself worthy of the gutter from which he'd crawled.
Her body said run, but her feet refused to move as she watched a long-legged, svelte, golden blonde rise from the beach chair. She trickled her fingers down his rippled stomach. His voice floated across the sand. It was a calming sound, which had brought a smile to her face when he whispered words of love and passion in her ear.
Details she thought she'd long forgotten surged forward. She remembered the way his dark eyes smoldered with anger and his sly, innocent grin. His joyous laughter had made her feel the abandonment of a child frolicking in the year's first snowfall. She stepped backward onto the path, distancing herself from the lovers as the blonde undid the strings on her bathing suit top, and let it fall to the sand.
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