Happy Spring, Cocksuckers! Oh sorry, that was me thinking about Deadwood again. When the seasons turn, it's time to head back to the hills and try to start up that town again. That show is the best. Barely a day goes by that I don't think of the wisdom of the writing, especially this conversation:
Reverend H.W. Smith: When I read the Scriptures, I do not feel Christ's love as I used to.
Calamity Jane: Aw, is that so? That is too bad! Join the fuckin' club of most of us!
All that aside, happy Easter too, to those of you who like a good resurrection! All the little flowers were coming up at my parents' house and they were headed to a Ukrainian Easter eggstravaganza, so while they fussed about creating a little nest for Jello eggs (and Homer Simpson), I made a layer cake.
Mom, on the other hand, made blintzes with sour cherry filling. She has more sour cherries in her freezer than anyone.
The recipe didn't seem difficult but I have trouble concentrating in kitchens that aren't mine, I did some fancy mise-en-place.
I didn't see the finished cake, as I was already on a bus back to NYC, but my Dad took this picture for me.