Tiramisu is the most incredible and delicious desert ever. Has coffee. Has chocolate. Has cheese. In two words, is perfect.
The only problem with tiramisu is... the other people. Yes, because is the kind of desert you know you´re going to ask for even before the starter but, when the waiter come with the deserts menu, the other people start asking for non-tiramisu things and there is where the problems begin.
Selfish Tiramisu
Friday, 27 September 2013
Etiquetas:
"cupcakes",
"Mascarpone buttercream",
"McMillan",
"tiramisu"
Sunday, 22 September 2013
Yes, I know. Muffins are supposed to be sweet.
But not everything in this life can be sweet. Sorry for disappointing you.
I can perfectly understand your skepticism.
But we can give to savoury food a lovely and tempting muffing shape.
Yes, this is going to be another self confession moment. Muffins are the second best thing in the world. After jam.
But not everything in this life can be sweet. Sorry for disappointing you.
I can perfectly understand your skepticism.
But we can give to savoury food a lovely and tempting muffing shape.
Yes, this is going to be another self confession moment. Muffins are the second best thing in the world. After jam.
Thursday, 12 September 2013
The first step is recognize it… yes, I have a problem. That´s it. I´m insane about tiny jars. My husband will probably say I´m insane. Full stop. But this is just because my husband loves me. And he loves me as much as I love tiny jars. Oh, dear. Here it comes again… my “problem” I mean…
Let´s try starting again with this.
Autumn is my favorite season of the year. Leaves fall, color changes, and it´s the perfect season to start any crazy project. Even as crazy as this one actually is.
Let´s try starting again with this.
Autumn is my favorite season of the year. Leaves fall, color changes, and it´s the perfect season to start any crazy project. Even as crazy as this one actually is.
Etiquetas:
"autumn",
"collect",
"obsession",
"therapy",
"unopened"
Sunday, 8 September 2013
This is a story about a girl who had a problem. She was insane about jam. Especially about jam canned in miniature jars. She had more than 500 tiny jars in a cabinet, but she wasn´t able to eat any of them. She loved them too much to do so. Once she decided to preserve her own jam. And she put the I-have-made-this-one jar at the front. Shiny. Beautiful. Perfect it all. And this was just the beginning.
The end.
Moral of the story: If you have a weird obsession with something and you start producing your own, everything will get inevitably worse.
The end.
Moral of the story: If you have a weird obsession with something and you start producing your own, everything will get inevitably worse.
Etiquetas:
“fruit”,
“jam”,
“marmalade”,
“Royal”,
“season”
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