I’ll come straight. The recipe that follows is mine, tested over the years and close to perfection. However, the cupcakes in the photo were baked following a different recipe. They are so pretty, but unfortunately not as good. And I knew it, while I was reading Donna Hay’s recipe on April’s Living etc for Orange cake. It was so weird, but I gave it a try anyhow and learned to trust my instincts. When you read a recipe and start imagining a dry and heavy cake, that’s what you’ll get. Be realistic.
Here goes mine:
1 cup of plain yogurt
1 cup of caster sugar
1 stick of butter, melted
1 cup of all-purpose flour
1/2 cup of corn starch (maizena)
1 tsp baking powder
pinch of salt
1 tsp of orange rind
1/4 cup of orange juice
Mix everything together, bake at 180° C until a toothpick inserted in the middle comes out clean. If you bake cupcakes, 15 minutes will suffice. If you bake a single big cake it can take up to 1 hour.
For the icing:
1 cup icing sugar
3 tbsp of blood orange juice (yields pink icing)
Mix until creamy and drip over cupcakes. Sprinkle with shaved almonds and orange zest. Serve with Chai.
Don’t eat meeee! I’m too cute!!
A record time of 8 months to complete this little project. Not bad!
As some of you may remember, back in July last year I bought this whimsy horror on eBay.
It took me ages to strip it from the silver coating, and ages to decide on the upholstery fabric.
Isn’t it wonderful?
I’ve been utterly busy lately since Damiano learned how to stand up. That means he cannot longer be left alone to play – else finding him in despair, standing up and not knowing how to get back down. This morning though, I managed to make some wrapping paper with this little owl I carved in linoleum. It’s oh so pretty. Can’t wait to wrap something with it!
The center of Munich.
Damiano hadn’t seen so many people since a family lunch in Mexico.
We had a great time!
First of all, we had our city fix, sushi fix, museum fix, shopping fix and we finally had sometime to be together as a happy family. Damiano was so happy to sleep with us, and to have us both at his complete disposal. He’s a happy guy.
We were also very very happy to assess how quickly we can make it to Munich. It took us 2.5 hours, from the house to the center. We might be hitting the City for one-day trips quite soon. The Tokami restaurant where we had the best sushi ever is worth a drive. And thousands of coffee shops, bars, lounges, antique shops, art galleries and vietnamese eateries.
Here’s a fabulous painting I spotted at a gallery in Theresien Strasse (IIRC)
yeeeeee we’re driving to Munich today for the weekend. I’m so excited, I’ve been longing to go on a trip with my hubby for a long time (Mexico doesn’t count since we weren’t alone, and Milan doesn’t count since he wanted to kill me after I forgot the Important Documents)
Just take me to the Neue Pinakothek and a couple flea markets and I’ll be set.
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I had this awful dream last night in which someone was very angry at me for not winning some bets, that he sent some bad guys to rip my eyes and at the same time, they ripped the eyes of some other guy who was some kind of bookmaker, all without any medical staff or equipment: and they swapped our eyes.
I woke up a disturbed, but I tried to analyze what could my dream mean…
The whole Damiano situation changed me and Michele deeply. Violently. We had our eyes teared out and replaced with new ones.
It all was so painful that I don’t think I’ll ever recover from it. Damiano now is doing great. He is a fantastic little boy, he’s quite healthy and oh so lovely. But what we went through, that uncertainty and pain and despair.. I think that is now etched in our hearts. What I understood thanks to my dream is that I feel as if someone did this to me, because I deserved it, as a punishment. And I think that it is this feeling on which my depression is based. I feel so guilty.
Just the sofa, so far. Plenty of floor space for my little one to ramble.