Remember my diabolical plan of winning over the labor nurses by offering them my Pistachio-Cardamom Pound Cake? I'm sticking to the general idea, but with a different cake. It's a day before my due date as I'm hurriedly typing this, and I had to share this recipe with you once more. It's a reminder really. I made this cake last year when blood oranges were in season, and I saw them again at my grocery store recently, so grabbed a whole bunch. This beautiful cake is sitting on my kitchen counter right now, ready to get sliced. I'm positive that it will win over the entire staff at the hospital, and make them more generous with the drugs.
I'll keep you all posted about whether my scheme succeeds, or whether yours truly will cave and gobble it up all at once. But regardless of my situation, you should use the limited supply of blood oranges out there to make this cake. Hurry. Run, don't walk to your grocery store. I waddled as fast as my swollen feet could take me.
Blood Orange Yogurt Cake - a moist, delicate, fragrant, fresh symphony in your mouth. Melts on your tongue.
Now wish me luck - I'm off to pack my hospital bag, folks. The time is nearly upon us, when I can join the exalted ranks of mommyhood! Well, I hope. Delivery is tricky business, even after all that modern medicine has accomplished. So if you don't hear from me for a few days, you'll know I'm knee-deep in baby poop. Gawd, it's funny how much I want that!
I'll keep you all posted about whether my scheme succeeds, or whether yours truly will cave and gobble it up all at once. But regardless of my situation, you should use the limited supply of blood oranges out there to make this cake. Hurry. Run, don't walk to your grocery store. I waddled as fast as my swollen feet could take me.
Blood Orange Yogurt Cake - a moist, delicate, fragrant, fresh symphony in your mouth. Melts on your tongue.
Now wish me luck - I'm off to pack my hospital bag, folks. The time is nearly upon us, when I can join the exalted ranks of mommyhood! Well, I hope. Delivery is tricky business, even after all that modern medicine has accomplished. So if you don't hear from me for a few days, you'll know I'm knee-deep in baby poop. Gawd, it's funny how much I want that!