I’m forty now. It’s time to put on my big girl panties and face my fears. I need to be brave. I need to be confident. I need to walk on the wild side for once. I need to bake a three-tiered cake.
In my mind, this cake looks very elegant and pretty, but my mind has been known to exaggerate the truth every now and then (most of the time). Therefore, my goal is to create a cake that would fit a rustic charm description. Actually, it would more likely be called charming but rustic. Basically, it’s going to be a mess, but a cute mess, m’kay?
The taste, however, has to be out of this world. I’ve been fooled one to many times by gorgeous cakes. They lure you in with their intimidating beauty, but leave you flat with their disappointing taste. Well, not this time, baby! The bones of this cake, the heart and soul, if you will, are going to be made up of delectably moist, very dense, almond cakes. Come on… let’s go bake it. Continue reading →