Welcome back to Crush Cakes. When you sit around breathlessly swooning over your crushes nonstop like me, well…we are worldly people here, you know what happens next. I make cakes expressing my feelings for them, and then sit back and wait for my destiny to be fulfilled. It all makes perfect sense.

Rebecca is a book about a young woman who is too frightened to ask her husband a question or even have a first name. She spends the entire novel very nearly having tea, then thinking better of it.

Only the first Mrs. de Winter deserved to have tea.

In his sleep he smiled and kissed his fingertips. He whispered, “If it looks good, eat it.”

When I told my dad I was going to make knishes he said “only G-d can make a knish,” which I strongly suspected wasn’t true, but now know for sure.

"That morning Pippi was busy making pepparkakor--a kind of Swedish cookie. She had made an enormous amount of dough and rolled it out on the kitchen floor.

"Because," said Pippi to her little monkey, "what earthly use is a baking board when one plans to make at least five hundred cookies?"

Just a bowl of jam with some bread crusts tossed in
Sponge cake (sponge flavored) with four raisins on it
Honestly I think just a grapefruit-flavored soup with pistachios and rose petals on top for some reason?
Cake with two colors but no flavors

So, what does it take to raise a truly gigantic pumpkin?