Speaking of Raspberries

OK. One thing I miss about winter: my reindeer mug.

And orange cake with chocolate ganache instead of frosting. But let’s be real: that is a cake that does well in any season.

 

Summer means…

…the Nanny reruns, Real Housewives of New Jersey, and reading whatever the hell I feel like reading (and thesis research, but I’m still pretending that doesn’t exist for one more day).

But summer also means raspberries on sale. Raspberries for dessert.

I love summer.