I get on flavour kicks. For some reason, a certain flavour or ingredient simply “does it” for me. Lately, it’s been bacon and espresso. I’ve made a bacon cake (take a peek here) and now it’s only fitting to make an espresso cake. Enter this incredibly decadent...
I love me an espresso. There’s something about that petite little cup and rich aroma that makes me feel oh so fancy. I can imagine myself sitting in a Parisian cafe, wearing the latest fashion, and sipping on a freshly brewed espresso. Damn…my alter ego is chic. But here’s the incredibly sad and embarrassing truth. I can’t brew espresso to save my life. The grinds, the filter, that cup, the machine, it’s all so overwhelming.