Last Monday, my better half turned 40. We celebrated by driving home from a family camping trip in the desert, showering, and napping for almost 6 hours. When I snapped awake from the heat and dehydration-induced slumber, I had one thing on my mind: birthday cake.
could have sworn I had more than one 2.5-oz bag of almonds in the house, but of course, during crunch time they couldn’t be found. I used one of the bags of dried almonds my friend Dick had dropped off for an Asian custard recipe. I scanned the almonds before using them. They smelled extremely sweet, almost floral, and in size they were rather runty. The recipe called for ground almonds however, so the wee little nuts were no problem. Asian-market almonds to the rescue!
The ice cream, berry sauce and burning candle did mask the carnage of the broken lemon cake, but by now my husband was awake and asking questions about his birthday dessert.