sweet bit of sunday tradition
I don't know if anybody had ever made it clear how traditions are brought up to life.
But somehow they do and there is something particular about Sunday rituals.
Some people go to church, others for dinner to parents-in-law. Hard to say how much fun that is. I know even some who go for hooligan football matches. As for myself I'd rather opt for something definitely pleasant. That's how sunday cake breakfast tradition was born.
It's definitely relaxing - no fancy omlettes or eggs on bacon chores. Just cut the cake, pour some yoghurt and make coffee.
Latest chocolate cake turned a bit disatrous, as storm Emma over Czech Republic cut off electricty supply just when my ultra-light (yoghurt and beaten egg whites) chocolate cake landed in the oven. Fortunately glueiness made no harm to perfect falvour of chocolate.
Previously, poppy sponge roll was on display. I stuffed it with forest fruit yoghurt cream and refrigerated. They say that poppy seeds are highly addcitive - it's hard to judge if they can overcome cocoa but definitely it's a close shave.


