Here is a (lighter)
version of a cake most Russian cooks have up their sleeve — Ant Hill — named for its appearance, fairly simple to make, and out of this world delicious.
Not exact matches
I sent off the majority
of the batch with Man - thing, as well as the rest
of the poppy lemon loaf
cake from yesterday, to the in - laws, because keeping so much nom in the house is not always for the best:p The recipe is rather healthier than
most cinnamon roll
versions I've come across, especially considering one subs the traditional oil for applesauce.
By far, the
most hilariously awful
of the japes was courtesy
of the scamps at EFC Forum who went to the bother
of baking a
cake depicting Gerrard's moment
of embarrassment and artistically lowering the shorts on the cakey
version of the Liverpool man.
Ross's defiantly perky
version of heartbreak finds apt expression in this jaunty, bruised, up - tempo waltz, written by Peggy Lee and Duke Ellington, some
of whose lyrics graze other elements in the movie: «He's a real good one for having his
cake» reminds us
of an undelivered birthday
cake in the film's
most affecting chain
of events, while the following line, «I'm gonna go fishin» or jump in the lake,» evokes the specter
of suicide.