Unfortunately, all of my cake recipes are American and made for American ovens, and from my experience trying to translate that to Colombia and...
It may be “new” but it certainly isn’t “normal”.
How about chocolate mousse? That’s what I’ve got a hankering for today for lunch dessert.
Have some cheesecake, it’ll be good for you. Or, if that’s not in your wheelhouse, perhaps a gelato? Frozen yogurt? Or, if all else fails, a...
Better off having dessert instead.
Do they have cake? Or is it the realm of the demonic dessert, pie?
And the old saw about when we “assume” was definitely true when we look at that thread.
True, very true. And if we fail to differentiate between “guilty silence” and “not deigning to respond to a ridiculous, spurious, and utterly...
Not wrong, but perhaps the overwhelming vitriol they receive for their trash behavior and the general ability to recognize that behavior as trash...
In seriousness, very much this. Better an even hands off approach than a possibly uneven overreaction.
Oh my heavens... is is is is is it the nightmare scenario? IS IT PIE?!?! Tell us straight, we have our champions here in the thread, we can...
Those poor souls kept with out cake and forced to eat pie instead, who need others to speak up against the atrocity.
But will they try and cancel the cake? I mean, don’t even humorless zealots want cake? Or do they prefer pie? If they prefer pie, then we’ve...
Was feeling the need for something with a little more substance than pipocas... well, the cake arrived, so it’s all good.
If it was meant to be cake, then cake it was. Mischief managed.
Well, cuy taste much like rabbit, and typically quite tender. One cuy is the perfect size for a single adult.
Still do. It was mildly disorienting when I was first asked to pick my dinner from the hutch... would capybara or tapir move into the realm of...
Still no cake? Biscuits, then, perhaps? Or maybe cuñapes or pão de quiejo? I mean, something to go with the drinks would be appreciated...
I was told there would be cake... where is the cake?
Well, to many gringos it would be... they’re typically used to seeing them run around in hamster balls, not lying feet up on a plate.
