Ube-r Purple Cake

Yeah, I know. It looks suspisciously too violet for its own good.



It's my fault. I demand more artificial coloring than the normal human person.



Well, I imagined I was eating Grimace, the defunct McDonald's mascot. Heehee.



Glurp. Never did know what creature he was.

Krispy Kreme Dream

It is one of my dreams as a food-mainly-dessert enthusiast to taste the infamous Krispy Kreme donuts of America. yes, those round pieces of dough fried in hot oil to achieve a soft bready plumpness, then dipped in sugar-high flavors, usually artificially-colored, to receive their crowning glory.

I've heard about it for so long now, but being so far away from the Land of Milk and Honey, I could only hope to one day sink my teeth in what I imagined to be pure bliss of a doughnut.

Fortunately, I didn't have to wait any longer when one of my best friends left for the States last month. When she asked me if I wanted anything, without a moment's hesitation, I immediately blurted out KRISPY KREME! (How pathetically sugar-dependent am I?!)



And here they are, beautifully golden with the simplest, most-popular sugar glaze. They are pliant, flexible and yet, resistant to the pull of my teeth. Wonderfully tender they become when popped in the microwave for exactly eight seconds (personal preference and upon suggestion of their box), I fell in love at first bite.

Gawsh.

Here is the box for a dozen of Krispy Kreme doughnuts that I consumed half, or maybe more than half of. (Guilty.) Beside it is a bag of Bigerlow minted lip balm that my friend brought for each of us. Behind them is the half-eaten Lemon Chiffon cake that I prepared, served with a dollop of homemade Lemon curd I also made from scratch. And hiding in the outskirts is a portion of the lasagna I baked too long, resulting in the very dark cheese blanket.




Whattabirthday, eh?