Meet Berrie. He's spunky, inquisitive, adventurous, incredibly smart, a little grumpy, a bit spoiled and definitely adorable.
He enjoys mirrors, seed balls, messy baths, nomming on computer keys, hanging out on noggins and chirping at cats. He's a cute little lovebird we recently had the pleasure of bird-sitting.
Berrie was named after the colourful fruit that his feathers resemble. His soft face looks like it was dunked in a bowl of white raspberries or pineberries. His tail feathers are splashed with blueberry and his wingtips with blackberry.
I just want to eat him up!
But that would be weird and wrong...
...So I made these Berry Baby Bundts instead inspired by his yummy name.
I know, it's hot outside. I should be making ice cream, or popsicles, or lemonade. The last thing I should be doing is turning on the oven. But what if I made the doughnut version of lemonade? And what if I told you they only take five minutes to bake?
You'd forgive me right?
I thought so.
Not just any lemonade either. Cherry Lemonade. You'll find no boring old lemonade in this house. Actually you'll find no lemonade. Because I drank and/or ate it all.
I'm not sure what it is about lemonade that's just so undeniably refreshing. Maybe it's because it's best to drink it super cold with loads of ice cubes. Maybe it's because of that satisfying crack noise the ice makes when you drop each inside. Maybe it's because of those beads of condensation that form on the outside of the glass that make it all so inviting. Maybe it's because of the bendy straw you just have to drink it from so you don't get ice in your face every time you take a sip or because it's lemonade and it's wrong not to. Maybe it's because of that instinct you get to drink it on the porch since it's the closest you can get to lounging on a sunny beach somewhere with a floppy hat and oversized sunglasses.
Maybe it's a combination.
I always enjoy taking an classic recipe and mixing it up a bit. What could be more classic than lemonade? It's the new and improved pink lemonade! This version is just as refreshing, twice addictive and thrice adorable. Being that they're bite-sized they tend to disappear quickly. Get some before they're gone!
Don't let that adorable face fool you. She might be comically chubby, covered in thick colourful fur and slow as molasses, but she's a ninja just waiting for her moment to strike.
As cute as cats are they're just as mean. Evil. Malicious. Diabolical even. Be rest assured they're plotting to kill you in your sleep right now. And the best part is you know I'm right. How many times have you nearly tripped and fell walking down the stairs because sweet Spot decided to dart out of the darkness to weave between your legs? Or maybe Mittens thought it would be fun one night to pounce on your half covered feet just as you were dozing off. Perhaps little Fluffy became so entranced by your incessant blinking during a perfectly normal staring contest that she lunged at your eye lashes. Then you just turn around and pat their fuzzy little noggins while cooing sweet nothings.
Misty here is a swirling contradiction of good and evil. She's an enigma wrapped in a riddle wrapped in five pounds of fur. She was born feral, mean and ratty but she transformed into a squishy, lovable fuzzball. The only wildness that remains in her lies in her eyes, expressive and intent.
Normally Misty isn't violent. She's the biggest cat among the three and just as big of a coward. Poor Misty had some tree sap stuck in her fur so Lee and I, being the good masters that we are, went about removing it for her. Lee held her and I started trying to cut the sticky stuff out of her fur. She didn't like that. In fact, sweet Misty disliked that so much, she freaked out, latched onto Lee's bare arm and began clawing and biting it repeatedly. I guess the best defence is a good offence, right Misty?
Needless to say Misty still has sap in her fur and Lee's arm is now covered in cuts.
I guess what I'm trying to say is after a long day filled with exciting and relentless cat attacks it's just nice to sit down to a steaming plate of pasta. Nothing says I hope you don't get a raging infection from those angry cat bites like Lemon Pesto Linguine.