princess buttercup
I used to think that it didn't matter what was inside the cake so long as the outside looked good.
I was so wrong... so very, very wrong...
On the other hand, if you use enough buttercream, you can hide practically anything.
chocolate buttermilk, yellow cake and swiss meringue buttercream
hangover sandwich extraordinaire
If ever in Pittsburgh, definitely make it a point to stop by Primanti Bros for the world's best hangover cure. There's nothing like grilled meat, cheese, fries, coleslaw and a whole lotta goodies slapped between two pieces of soft, chewy Italian bread after a good night of drinking. Washed down with a cold, cold glass of Coke and a couple of Advil's, one almost feels human enough to partake in a marathon Grove City shopping excursion...
My kolbassa and cheese was almost as good as that late night hamburger sandwich from a truck somewhere in Nimes, France - the one we had to go back to the next day and almost missed the train to Paris. And if memory services, I think there were fries in that one, too... trend?
where: market square
chocolate shiraz... part 2...
I make these only because of the intoxicating smell of chocolate and wine that hits me when I open the oven door. It makes my toes tingle.
The cupcakes taste pretty damn good too, but that's just a bonus.
[This time stuffed with whipped cream (easy peesy thanks to my new apple corer), dipped in chocolate ganache, and topped with more whipped cream and a sprinkle of dried cherries...]
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