I have been craving spice cake since last week. I'm not particularly sure why, as it rarely is eaten in my house. But after a miserable attempt at making my own-Oh, dreaded heavy hand! How couldst thou have added such an excess of cinnamon?- I went to the grocery store and bought a mix. Problem solved.
Perched on a tiny plate, from a tea set I was given when I was 5, this perfect little bite was definitely not safe in my presence. Swathed in homemade (hey, I had to make something myself) cream cheese icing I could not even wait to take a picture of it in full dress. Hence, the assaulted view.
Mmmmm, it was as if Autumn itself was in my mouth. The flavors of the spices burst on my tongue like a leaf-fall and the icing, silky and smooth, wrapped around them like a cozy blanket. It was so good, I ate another one.
I now feel ill.