I was sitting on my couch reading when the smell of fresh orange juice wafted through the air, and strummed my cake nerves in advance. Hours later, the batches of carrot cake graced our dining table, ready to be dished out for our new years party with the kids tomorrow in the garden lounge.
Roasted crunchy walnuts disguised like rocks in an edible zen stone garden, or a pastry martian landscape, embedded gently onto zesty whips of orange flavored cream cheese.
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