The Internet is a funny place, especially the cranny of it into which the food-related sliver is wedged. That sliver is a small, small world. Take last Sunday, for example.
As far as weekends go, it was a swell one, and it was drawing to a peaceful close. There had been a little rain and too much work, but there was also a lovely dinner at home, an even better dinner out, a warm-ish jog, a sun-bathed omelet on Sunday morning, a million errands accomplished and … well, you get the picture.
As we readied ourselves for the Oscar’s (of which we quickly grew bored, abandoning ship somewhere after the fun John Hughes tribute), a pot of soup quietly bubbled on the stove, as it so often does on Sunday afternoons. There was magic happening in the oven, too. Or at least it sure smelled like magic—that cinnamon-spiked scent of baked goods plumped with banana. This banana cake also happened to be studded with chunks of dark chocolate and toasted walnuts. I had a hunch it would be delicious and, frankly, couldn’t wait for the oven timer to ding.
In a feeble attempt to distract myself from the glorious smells of the kitchen, I sat before the computer and busied myself in the Flickr-Twitter-RSS-Facebook world. I kid you not, as that oven timer slowly ticked, into my Google Reader popped Andrea’s latest post at Bella Eats. There, she proclaimed the virtues of the very same cake I had in the oven.