A<3M | P<3M

It’s that time of the year when I realise my garden is overgrown, under-weeded and in need of some pruning. Which is also usually when I realise that there are plants in said garden that I don’t pay any attention to all year. Until they flower. Like this iris, right by our front door:

Iris - AM

It was looking pretty this evening too, so I took another shot.

Iris - PM

Which led to the Skinnamarink song worming its way into my head…

I love you in the morning

And in the afternoon

I love you in the evening

Underneath the moon

Which led to rediscovering a childhood favourite that I’d forgotten about: The Elephant Show! With an extremely infectious theme song:

A gas station cake where no gas is to be found

I’m a bit of a sucker for the “dump everything in” school of baking, given that I spend every day dealing with micro-volumes of nasty chemicals in multi-step, multi-day techniques dans les labo. So whenever Santos recommends an all-in-one-no-washing-no-hassle recipe, (see here for prior eg.), the baking pans come out. The timing of the recent blog-bake coincided perfectly with our Big Bear BreakTM. What better than to stash all ingredients in one tupperware and head out to the mountains where we could piss off all the neighbours by wafting the scent of chocolate home-baking of an evening?

So, we give you the not-exactly-”Polly Garilao gas station1 chocolate cake” that Santos made and we butchered2:

There’s nae after-shot because we ate it all. Yes, it’s that bloody good. Try it yourself.



1 Gas station [US] = petrol station [the parts of the world where i've lived]

2 Editor’s note: Watch the baking temperature. Our cabin’s oven was running hot and we had to shorten the baking time to just over 10 min.