Saturday, May 28, 2011

Ok, I've admitted it...


I've finally admitted it.
At a writing friend's surprise Birthday Tea Party yesterday, I announced it: 
"I......am a Cake Slut." 

My family knows it.
My co-workers guessed it. 
I've only just admitted it to myself 
and they say that's the first step.

"Hi, my name is Kirsten...
and I am a cake slut."

Jessica Maxwell, author of the wildly popular 
"Roll Around Heaven: An All True Accidental Spiritual Adventure"
all but accused me of it recently:
"I know you'd do anything for a piece of that cake." 

The cake, by the way (pictured above),
is her famous healthy, gluten-free, dairy-free 
Chocolate Cake with Cardamom Frosting and Ganesh Ganache
(the recipe soon to be revealed in her-we hope-forthcoming R.A.H. cookbook).

I'd tasted this conglomeration of goodness at one of Jessica's tea parties last spring and fell in deep infatuation with the combination of rich organic chocolate frosting,
 delicately fairy-dusted with a feather-light hint 
of its peppery-gingery-smokery flavor. 

It is a cake with a ghost...
 albeit a well-wishing, well-mannered friendly kind of ghost; 
the kind of ghost who watches over your friends and family,
tells your cat you're only a block from home and to run to the door,
and possibly plants the idea for cardamom paired with chocolate 
into the head of an adventuress-writing chef.
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Um, my sluttiness does not extend itself to much else in my life. 
(Note the word 'much'.) 

When it comes to sweets,
 I can graciously turn down cubes and even whole bars of chocolate 
with a smile and slight shake of the head. 

Cookies?
Flat-disk temptations possibly from outer space meant to entrap our race 
with the need for 'more than just one'. 

Oreos? Who cares?!

Oatmeal-Raisin? No thanks.

Now, Peanut Butter Cookies?
These definitely come attached to some wicked kind of ghost,
 pulling a close second to the temptation of cake. 
But peanut butter comes from its own planet, don't you think?

Ice cream? 
Simply meant to go with cake. 

When we attend weddings, The Chef knows we cannot leave until champagne and cake have been had. 
He's escorted me to weddings for enough years to know better than to ask,
"Can we leave now?"

The answer/question to that question's answer is:
"Have they cut the cake yet?!" 
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A few more photos of the heavenly tea party:





To understand the significance of the flying chocolate pig...
you'll have to read the book: Roll Around Heaven
which you can find at JessicaMaxwell.com.

And one last Joyeux Anniversaire to the princess of the tea party! 
And  Merci to the hostess.
Birthday week is now officially over.

(Photos copyright: Kirsten Steen)


5 comments:

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

Teeeheee! Oh dearest, we all have our FOIBLES! Mine....CHOCOLATE IN EVERYTHING, I mean EVERYTHING!!!! Luckily, I am small....ha!

HAVE A GRAND DAY!!!! Anita

Val in Paris said...

I'm so glad you finally admitted it! Hoorah! Now we won't have to hide our cakes or let you smell them on our breath. We'll know you will demand! I can't vouch we'll have champagne secreted away, but we have stores nearby. Thank the goddess we are now safe and you've come out!
Buckets of mercies for your part in all the heavenly carousing,
Your Princess of the Tea Party
(who gratefully acknowledges that the festivities have officially ended and will soon be napping)

A Thousand Clapping Hands said...

Hahahaha! Too funny. Confession: me, too. Give me a good old American layer cake over just about anything. I broke my diet this weekend when my husband brought home 2 cupcakes from a party. I ate mine and he left his. Before he went to work I told him, "Eat it now or it won't be here." He left it. I ate it. Worth every calorie. Delicious post, Kirsten!
Catherine

DolceDreams said...

You are so funny!!!! Oh I love cake too!!!
Have your cake and eat it too this week!
xo
Nathalie

Relyn said...

A cake slut?? You crack me up! I haven't been around the blog block in ages what with the end of the school year craziness, tornadoes, and such. I wanted to stop by and tell you how much I've missed you and this inspiring place you have created here. It's good to be back.