As you may have already guessed, I think about cake A LOT. It’s part of um, the job description, if you will. I fret about it, I analyse it, I talk to myself about it. My brain is a very busy place on the days that I’m obsessing over cake. But, has there been a…
Russian Honey Cake
A week in Russia
A little over thirty years ago, my parents spent the early years of their life together in what was then Leningrad in the Soviet Union. They have tales of rejoicing when they saw cauliflower, taking bananas as gifts for their friends, comical mix-ups between similar sounding Russian words and more than anything, stories of my very…