Devouring life, one bite at a time
The lovely weekend of celebrating continued with shopping at the local tourist traps and a party! First, the shopping. Right after a stop for tea. Striking a dorky pose in front of a hidden herb garden in Duncans Mills. Hours later, I stare down this, …
I thought all limes were pretty much alike, until I met the Bearss lime. A woman at a party brought them over from the tree in her backyard, but the surprise is that they turn yellow as they ripen and look just like lemons. Move …
My friend, Kitty, had a send off before her 4-month voyage to New Zealand, where she’ll be bicycling and racing her way around the country. I would sneak into her luggage if she could spare 120 pounds of dead weight.
Dishes accumulated as guests arrived.
More food appeared, including beautiful homemade tortillas. I brought Caesar salad, my official potluck dish (as in, don’t bring Caesar salad if we’re going to the same party).
A highlight of the party was the opportunity to use the infamous creepy van cake mold, a treasure discovered at Goodwill. Aside from Scooby-Doo, we couldn’t come up with any other appropriate theme to make a cake shaped like a creepy van. Until now.
I especially like the lightning bolt. The cake was gluten free, from a Bob’s Red Mill mix. It was surprisingly delicious! (But I’ve never been disappointed from a Bob product.) Is it also ironic that I ate the piece that said “or bust” the night before my climbing snafu? Shoot!
The frosting was a glaze made by a sneaky lemon impostor and unfamiliar citrus. To find out who did it, stay tuned!
Bon voyage, Kitty!