Vanilla Clock

My fingers still smell of vanilla! That's the best part!
Besides the part where you get to crack the egg like you are
a surgeon making a heart-tear. (No, honestly, egg-cracking is the most underrated art ever. There is something oddly satisfying about getting it just right.)And the part where you lazy-whisk it while
watching tv. Or rough-whisk it while watching tv. And the part where you finally dip your hands into the deepest layers of the by-now-gooey batter and then lovingly, violently tickle it! Not to forget when the gorgeous cocoa sprinkles turn the flour-yolk-butter-sugar-milk-vanilla-thingy a lovely light brown! Or when you place your batter-bowl inside that yellow-warm micro and shut the mini-door with a spirited smack.
I would have been sitting right in front of the micro at the moment,but
Ma reckons those evil rays from the machine might
dumb me down or something. *rolls eyes dumbly :P*
Baking's always such good fun. But I was only half-right about the best part thing. The best part,
is the forty-five minutes of vanilla-whiffed wait.
This, is the best part.



I hope it is a round little cake:)