I’m really quite fond of cake. Partial to a slice of Victoria sandwich, tempted by tarte, greedy over fruitcake. I can gaze quite happily for minutes on end at beautiful patisserie displays. In fact I have often done that in Paris, as my visits there all too often coincide with Lent, and I always give up cake for Lent.
I’m thinking about cake just now, because as well as #Blogtober, I’ve decide to shun cake for the month, and maybe longer, perhaps up until Christmas. So instead of eating it I’ve been trawling through my photos for some particularly nice confections.
Like this ice cream cake which MasterS thought best inhaled
These delicious specimens made by MrS in his baking phase
Or this from our first anniversary
And this, from Edinburgh not Paris but still forbidden fruit
Not forgetting actual fruit cake
But most of all I’m thinking about the small, perfect pistachio eclair from a non Lenten visit to Paris. No photo, just savoured and remembered.