Creative side of imagination

In the last couple of days my sugar cravings came again and I wished for the chocolate bar called Bounty. It's a sort of mixture of coconut filling and milk chocolate. It is super sweet, though. So much so, that it hurts your teeth (not exaggerating). Hence I decided to make a cake that would resemble its taste but would be on a more healthier side. Just a little bit, because let's get real, sweets are never going to be healthy :] I found numerous recipes for it but in the end I used the one from Kulinarika.net . I somewhat changed it in the cake batter part. For that I used a recipe from an old Slovenian cookbook called Kuharstvo, whose authors are Andreja Grum and Pepika Levstek. Recipe for the Bounty Cake in the link above is in Slovene, therefore I will post this recipe only in English.   Bounty chocolate bar   Ingredients; For cake batter: 4 eggs 8 Tbsp of water 3 Tbsp of cocoa powder 200g (7.05 oz) of  crystal sugar 240g (8.46 oz) of ...

     Ever since that afternoon with Logan and the lifeguards, life seemed easier and less complicated. I don't know why, but his presence makes me feel relaxed. Like I can tell him anything and he won't judge me. Before I could realize it, I spent most of my time with him and his group of friends. Even though it was nice to meet new people I knew I had to tell my friends what was really going on. They were concerned because of my recent absence. Specially Madeline. Though I could tell she was also a little suspicious about me and Logan. I couldn't avoid it. I had to trust them.      It was during the last weeks of summer when I decided to spill the beans. We went surfing at Tamarama beach. Weather was nice so we stayed a little longer. Conversations brought up the subject about our parents and how some didn't like the way they were treated by them. At first I didn't want to speak out, but then I felt the need to finally reveal the whole story. »...

I've tasted this sweet dessert couple of times and always swore I would try to do it myself, but never had the time. So, since my brother had a birthday coming up and knowing he loooves it, I just had to find the time for it. My original idea was to reconstruct Lambada dessert in a traditional way of making a cake. But this plan fell through. Structurally, it would be just too unstable. Therefore, I decided to make it like it's supposed to be done. Here is the recipe for it ( in English as well as Slovene ); Ingredients / Sestavine:                 Sponge Cake / Biskvit (for 16 people / za 16 ljudi) -           4 eggs                                                    / 4 jajca -     ...

       I enjoyed my time with friends but somehow I knew it was time to go home. To check if mum did come back. And even though I had little expectations that it would really happen, I had hope. Madeline wanted to come with me but I needed to go alone. From the distance I could see that house looked different. Not so abandoned as it looked just couple of weeks ago. Windows opened. Doors unlocked. Did somebody break in? I wasn't sure. Carefully I stepped into the hall. There was no noise, no mess. It didn't looked robbed. Suddenly I heard foot steps. My heart rate started rising. I entered the living room, when I saw mom. I couldn't believe my eyes.        Still under the shock I tried to ask where she was but she interrupted me. ''Oh, it's you, Olivia. I thought somebody broke in'' she said relieved. There was so much I wanted to know that my mind got overwhelmed. I just couldn't talk. I hugged her so tight she couldn't breath prop...