I really like this song. I heard it several times in Bali in November, so at first I was listening to it because it reminded me of that part of my trip. Lately, however, it has become a sad song, because it has been swirling around my head during all this bad news, the background music to my dawning realization that my dream is over.
My mom’s English scone recipe: flaky, crumbly, buttery, and bursting with berries.
(By the way, it’s pronounced “scon”—rhymes with on, not cone.)
This cake is delicious (not just “good for a vegan cake”), super easy to make, uses ingredients you probably already have, and is suitable for all your vegan and milk/egg/butter-allergic friends.
(aka English Fridge Cake)
1. Loudly state “$PLACE has so many beautiful women” or “$ETHNIC_GROUP women are so hot.”
I wasn’t inspired to write a blog post recently because I have nothing new to say about the coronavirus, and the scale of the crisis makes everything else feel trivial.
So I thought: Why not embrace the trivial? I’m at home with nothing else to do anyway. In that spirit, here’s my mom’s recipe for the best carrot cake ever.