Cake walk

A two hour run this morning after a long sleep. I followed a trail I used to take often before I moved, but this time I ran in the opposite direction. The wind was strong and forceful, and although it had its way with many tree leaves it was kind enough to let me keep my cap. Piles of crunchy red and gold leaves dotted the path while the rebel leaves swirled in a frenzy against the dark sky.

This cake was ordered and enjoyed after ample breakfasts in a crowded diner in Moncton, NB, this summer. The monsieur was intrigued by the description in the menu so we ordered it to the amusement of the waitress, who admitted to eating the icing alone; that is, sans cake. 

Boiled icing has the texture of marshmallow fluff, and this one was light and very sweet with lots of vanilla. It also had an agreeable icing:cake ratio of at least 2:1. It was gone in mere minutes.