Fresh Cream Fruit Cake; Bakerlyn, Brunei

Strawberries and grapes and kiwis and mangoes and cream, oh my!

This cake is perfection. All angelic creaminess and blooming airiness and melt-in-your-mouth innocuous milky whiteness, punctuated with rainbow bursts of fruit flavour. In my imaginary land where this cake is the world, everything is fresh and everything is beautiful and everything is pure, there are green meadows with blue skies with fluffy clouds in it, and little fleecy lambs are prancing around singing Blake's Songs of Innocence.

I shit you not, I have dreams about this cake.

Umi, please send? Pleasepleasepleaseplease? I have traversed high and low in KL and I haven't found anything close to this cakey gloriousness.

Brunch; Primorivo Osterio, West Village, New York

After making the bold and completely unprovoked claim that New York houses the best food in the world, Danny fell under some pressure to prove he wasn't just talking out of his ass. And then we had brunch in the West Village and all of a sudden it DID turn out to be true because I finished (honest-to-God licked-the-plate-squeaky-clean finished) my first meal in New York.

(Danny's) Steak & Eggs

(My) Eggs Norwegian

(NO MORE/Note the lack of) Eggs Norwegian

And someone is addicted to cappucinos and won't admit it...

And someone else is addicted to desserts (Strawberry & Banana Sponge Cake) and will readily admit it because this was the most moist, succulent sponge cake I have ever had in my life.