I’d love to be the kind of person that enjoys going for a run, but my running style looks like that weird fake joggy-run that people do when a car is waiting for them to cross the street. I prefer incidental exercise ie. the exercise that happens accidentally because I’m carrying too many shopping bags while walking up the hill to my house. I also work up a sweat every day when I’m frantically searching for something to wear from my wardrobe but that probably doesn’t count as exercise. This is rather annoying because otherwise I’d be really fit.
This Innocent Looking Flourless White Chocolate Cake with White Chocolate & Raspberry Ganache Is About To Seduce You
It’s Not Often That A Cake Is Described As Refreshing But This Divine Lemon Cake With Lemon Icing Really Is
We don’t celebrate Thanksgiving here in Australia, but I cannot wait for Thanksgiving to be over already. All of my favourite recipe websites are giving me too much pumpkin. Pumpkin pie. Pumpkin cake. Pumpkin mousse. Pumpkin cheesecake. Pumpkin cookies. Pumpkin spice lattes. Congratulations America on successfully holiday-theming a vegetable. It makes me extremely nervous because Christmas is coming next and that means an onslaught of peppermint-flavoured everything. Whoever decided that Christmas should taste of peppermint is an asshole because obviously only toothpaste and chewing gum should taste like peppermint. And certainly not actual food that you swallow.
HOT CREAM SAUCE. Why has no one ever told me about Hot Cream Sauce? And can I mention Hot Cream Sauce one more time in this paragraph for extra emphasis? Of course I can, this is my food blog. Hot Cream Sauce.
It might be winter here in Sydney, but there’s plenty of blue sky and sunshine which means certain people* are choosing to wear shorts and singlets and thongs. It’s a trap because it may look lovely and warm but it’s actually only 10 degrees which according to Australians is bloody freezing cold (personally, anything under 20 degrees feels sub-arctic). Of course, just because it’s cold doesn’t mean the rays of sunlight are any less capable of roasting you whole if you’re not careful.
* You live in Bondi and/or you’re a British tourist.
Coconut Milk Chocolate Cake With A Coconut Milk Chocolate Ganache Is Pure Genius And I Wish I Had Thought Of It First
I never intentionally bake anything healthy. If I do make something that happens to lack a shitload of butter, rest assured it was entirely accidental. Not that this recipe is classified as healthy, but instead of butter it uses glorious coconut milk. Even the ganache is made with coconut milk instead of cream. And let me tell you, it’s absolutely incredible. So rich, fudgy and m-o-i-s-t (I’m spelling out that word because it gives me the creeps).
The first time I ever tasted cheesecake was KFC cheesecake. I’m showing my age because many moons ago, before some Gen Y marketing person decided the name had too many syllables to remember, KFC was always referred by its full name, Kentucky Fried Chicken. If you didn’t know this then you were probably born in the 90’s and have never bought a cassingle in your entire life. You might not have also known that KFC also used to have lemon cheesecake, chocolate mousse, buttery corn cobs and tangy bean salad on their menu because they have now been replaced with that hideous popcorn chicken crap and crispy strips bullshit. But I remember the lemon cheesecake in its little single serve tub being delightful, so vividly yellow and probably made entirely from synthetic ingredients. I then graduated to cheesecakes from The Cheesecake Shop, a tacky yet glorious place where if you wanted only half a cheesecake they would cut a whole cake in half, foil tin and all (yes they came in foil tins). This story is making me sound like I grew up in a trailer park but I assure you I had a totally decent upbringing.
Some Rambling at the Start But You Will Be Rewarded at the End With A Recipe for the Best Ever Flourless Chocolate Fudge Cake
It’s not unreasonable to expect a cake that looks delicious to actually taste delicious, is it? The other day I had some cake that looked positively amazing and promised me all kinds of happiness in my mouth, but it was ….meh. I ate the whole slice even though it was strangely textured and tasteless, and with each bite I’d look at it with growing disdain and annoyance, like it was Kanye West. It was the Kanye West of cake.
Here We Have a Chocolate Fudge Cake with Raspberry Crème Fraiche Custard & Chocolate Truffle Ganache
…. or it could be just a dirty old Chocolate & Raspberry Cake.
Coming up with blog post titles is hard. I like to know what I’m in for into when I click on a link, so ambiguous titles really annoy me because I feel cheated when it turns out to be not what was expected and that’s minutes of my life I’ll never get back which could have been spent looking at something amazing and life changing (says the girl who needs to read all those trashy articles on dailymail.co.uk even when they’re about British celebrities she’s never heard of). Anyway whatever my internet time is precious goddammit. But how much detail is too much detail for a title? I feel like I’m trying to sell you goods on eBay or something.