I made this cake for Madeline about six months ago when she came home from Israel for a couple of weeks. I remember that we went out to eat with her family at the Indian place on Grand Avenue, and the restaurant was nice enough to let us serve this Star of David-embellished creation at the end of our meal. This cake is very multi-cultural, as it is actually my famous tres leches cake (Latin America!) with just a touch of David’s shield (Um, Jews!). Also, in the above photo you can get a glimpse of the table in the background; it’s full of random garbage and mail. Presentation is an integral part of food photography.
Here it is from the top. Part of my really wants to go into joke cake making for a living. But then I think: What would Amy Sedaris do? And I realize: She would do that. So I’ve decided: I’m going to make joke cakes for a living. Sorry, amazing new job, there are joke cakes to be made. And with the global marketplace and the Web 2.0 I’m sure my joke cake business will take off in a snap, right, Jay M. Boller?
Riddle me this, Internet. Why do I always have the urge to be so darn goofy at 7 a.m.? I mean, I only feel silly after I’ve had my coffee. Before that I usually feel like murdering. I just answered my own question. Have a good day, Interwebz.
OH NO. THIS post is going to get erotic in less time than it takes for TV’s Blanche Devereaux to woo a near-geriatric gentleman’s pants off. And it’s not my fault! It’s the R&B group 112′s fault, and the kooky, erotic scream-star Peaches’ fault.
You see, these musical acts have taken peaches dolloped with cream and have elevated them to the level of Nasty. Dirty. Sexual! Maybe this fruity combo was at this level of nast before these musicians branded them with the stank of sex. Probably. Unfortunately the Internet is little help in solving this mystery. A Google search of the question “Why are peaches sexual?” returns hundreds of pages devoted to Peaches, the camel-toed songstress, and nothing about my query.