I like to think that whatever is in the bowl was dropped in there all in one big lump. Sploosh!
Imagine waking up on Sunday morning after a super fun night out on the town for your friend's birthday. You're exhausted, you're sore, your voice is hoarse from proclamations of merriment, your hair smells funny and you still have one sock on. Now imagine that this donut appears on your nightstand. Feeling a bit better now? I thought so.
This cake makes me think of the book "Afternoon of the Elves" by Janet Talyor Lisle which I read when I was only 11. It's reminiscent of a girl in boots that are too big who spends all her time building houses for elves out of leaves in her back yard. But now she's all grown up and getting married to an equally elvin man and they are having a simple barefoot wedding in the woods.