Sunday, June 20, 2010

How could I not love food! I grew up in a house hold with a mother who loves to cook, and loves to cook with as much fat as possible, because fat makes it all taste so very good. This was my birthday cake for 2009, made with love, with local Victorian walnuts bought from the farm directly, cracked and shelled in my parent’s kitchen as they took old married couples loving shots at each other, with eggs from my father’s chickens and with butter, lots and lots of butter.











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