The grey is getting lower and thicker and more and more oppressive out there. These super bright and cheery lemon cookies are snapping me out of my funk. Time to put on something colorful and dance around alone in my house.
It's called a mellow yellow. It's time to let those rays fill you with light, and laughter, so do you know what looks yellow and smells like blue paint? Yellow paint.
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!
Wouldn't this springtimey cake make a lovely hat for a garden party? I went to a wedding performance art thing once where there was a girl dressed as a wedding cake with real cake on her hat. She wandered through the party and bent down so people could take bites. I'm pretty sure anyone with an edible hat would be the life of the party.