Baking cakes is not a task I normally find myself involved in. If my convection oven could talk it would ask if I moved out or if my kitchen is under new management. But there I was standing in the kitchen, melting dark chocolate and looking for items I had long put away. This was not a cake for me but a birthday cake I was baking for a someone special I knew would love all the gooey delights that would follow.
Seville is one of the most celebrated cities in southern Spain. It is truly one of the most romantic cities I have seen in all of this region. Andalucia is a spectacular region of white hill towns winding through olive groves. This is old Spain; horses drawn carriages, cobble stones, flamenco and wrought iron adornments.
Say the word s'more and you may find yourself surrounded by a small gathering in a outdoor casual setting rather fast. After all, who doesn't have the simple ingredients stashed away in the pantry waiting for the right occasion. In our backyard at the edge of the tree line a small scattering of the bright yellow fairies begin to show themselves as dusk falls. Fireflies to me are the charm of a summer night.
