It is December on the wet coast (sic), which means the sky is the color of fireplace ash and water ceaselessly drips from gutters and tree branches, usually straight down your collar if you aren’t careful. Yuck.
But the house is warm and bright, and baking a cake seemed like a good idea. Here is my effort:
This cake is now reduced to one mean slice, but this image can live on as a reminder of the joy it once gave. Thank you chocolate, eggs, butter and flour. Simple pleasures really are the best aren’t they?