I ground coffee beans in my parent's bathroom this morning. bleary-eyed with eyeliner under my eyes I looked slightly like a newly converted zombie.
Thursday, Maunday Thursday that is, the night consisted of paintings of doors and men with hands as the brushes. Bread and wine lead to coffee and super sweet pastries from an Argentienian bakery.
While I am pretty sure I spelled that word wrong, I'd like to share with you a recipe my brother suggested I make out of his Nigella Lawson cookbook. The beauty of the Damp Apple and Almond Cake consumed my life for about two hours, when it was only supposed to take one to make.



Supposedly it was quite a hit. We had a few people over after the service and, in the midst of crazy sweet South American bakery items, they seemed to like the cake.
I was supposed to puree the apples. Had no idea what that meant. So I just did what I thought was right, and it took a little over an hour to get it right.



And, for all the trouble, it was gluten free! Made with ground almonds instead of flour.
So that was my experience with the cake. Perhaps I will have more adventures to speak of later on. And maybe my Smitten Kitchen-esque posts will be less like her and more like me. Less infringement on copyright.



In other news, I think my bacon has been sitting by the pepperjack too long in the fridge.

I went on a photo fest, a little one...so here are a few highlights from the past week.