After our letterpress workshop at Sydney College of the Arts, where do you think we went late in the afternoon for a treat, no not the pub, but to Zumbo's for cakes in Balmain.
It's hard to believe but I have never treated myself to a box full of cakes, well three cakes and treating our friend Swinkie swinkworth.blogspot.com and Bill.
I've always usually leaned towards savoury, finding french cakes almost too good to eat, one doesn't want to dismantle the decoration that has taking so long to make.
Before me was the last of the days creations, not a large selection but nevertheless an excellent selection. Well I chose the brightest hot pink, another with the most unusual bulges out of a it and the most chocolatey looking one.
I was nervous would my expectation live up to the first planted idea of lashing out on them.
I felt like the mad hatter at Alice's tea party.
Trotted home with them and we made cups of milky tea and rooibos and each of us trying different morsels of them.
They were AMAZING, the one that ticked all the boxes for us was the bulgy one it was so gentle in taste and silky in texture with the balls filled with a vanilla liquid and running a close second was the hot pink one, it was like an exotic cherry ripe.
It was unanimous that we would have rather tinier cakes than on the larger size that they were, they are so rich and beautiful you really only needed a small piece.