Sunday Bloody Sunday

Call me morbid, but every time I make red velvet cake, I think about how it looks like a bakery crime scene.

(You should click to enlarge the photos and truly experience the gruesomeness that IS red velvet cake.)

Especially when my favorite batter-scooping-spoon is nowhere to be found, and I have to improvise, filling cupcake holders with a small ladle.

It ain’t pretty.


It’s like Halloween in April over here today.