Almond Dacquoise Cake (with Peaches)
This Peach Almond Dacquoise Cake makes the perfect gluten free afternoon tea dessert!
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For the past few Christmases, I’ve been giving out large ziploc bags of oatmeal raisin chocolate chip cookie dough, shaped into tiny balls and ready to bake. I’ve noticed a pattern: 1 – 3 months after the holiday, I would receive a text or facebook message, from whoever I gave the cookie dough to, letting me know:
“We just tried those cookies from Christmas and they are amazing! Can you send me the recipe?”
To which I would reply, “With pleasure my friend. With pleasure.”
Once upon a time there was a pregnant woman. Her father-in-law, who was a pretty kick-ass cook, prepared chicken wings for her. She enjoyed them immensely and he was delighted. He then proceeded to cook chicken wings for her every single day of the week. The child that was born became a chicken wing eating monster, devouring all chicken wings within sight. That woman is my mother and that child is me.
So, truth be told, I’m not sure if there is correlation between eating foods during pregnancy and the child’s favourite food after they’re born, but I do know this: I am really amazing at baking chicken wings.
Recently, my boyfriend and I fell sick. More accurately, he fell sick and dragged me down with him (I may or may not have gone willingly). So as we sat sniffling, and weakly hacking up phlegm (TMI?), I couldn’t help but crave a large dose of hearty beef stew. It’s just one of those things that you want when it’s too cold to go outside, and you’ve realized that that the only thing starving when you’re ‘starving the cold’, is yourself.
