I'd like a few of these chocolate, sprinkled butterflies in my garden. I need to plant more sweet flowers.
Recently I decided that I'm going to model myself after one of those crazy, artsy, metropolitan wackos who only wears one color every day forever. I've chosen yellow and I figure that in two or three years I can weed out all the clothes that aren't yellow, black, white, grey or bluejeans (because really, who are we kidding here? Jeans are important.) and be a bonafide eccentric.
Everything yellow I see speaks to me. This cake gives me lovely flutters!
Do your friends hate helping you move because you have nothing but incredibly heavy boxes of books? Maybe you can sweeten the deal by making them a book cake as a treat. Perhaps they'll come through with you if you're a good enough baker.