MY PERFECT LEMON POPPY SEED CAKE + CAKE CRUMBLE LEMON CREAM POPSICLE

[ezcol_1fifth]  [/ezcol_1fifth] [ezcol_3fifth] INSIDE EACH GOLDEN SLICES OF THIS SPIRIT-LIFTING CAKE, IS A PIECE OF MY OWN HEAVEN. AND IF I MUST BE NITPICKING FOR A FAULT, WELL, TO THAT I HAVE A SOLUTION, TOO. I wasn't really contemplating on a cake recipe.  I always feel a little self-doubt every time I throw one out there, after all, I have about as much credentials on cakes and baking as a dog on dating advice.  But over the last week, I wanted to bake a lemon poppy seed cake for a couple of friends coming over for coffee, and to my surprise as well, I couldn't seem to find a satisfactory answer in the worldwide web with all its might.  OK, given that I didn't really look past beyond page-3 on a Google search, but as far as I'm concerned, if it's not on page-1, it might as well not exist in this world, and I went to page-3!  Page 3!  Can't say my research wasn't thorough. There's of course, lots of lemon poppy seed cake recipes out there.  And they probably all possess certain qualities that satisfy each maker's niche, but for me, each and every one seem to have one or two imperfections.

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"VALENTINES, STEP ASIDE. THIS IS PROFESSIONAL LOVE LIFE" I was born a cynic. I mean was that not obvious? Had I been able to remember I'd say with certainty that I came in this world, a genetically negative and unpleasant baby who cursed at the color pink if she could form words, who went on to earnestly suggest divorce with a LA divorce lawyer as an alternative lifestyle for her parents at age five. Perhaps the last ounce of my lacking fluffiness died with the moment when my best friend stuffed Raccoon was brutally trashed in a random afternoon while I was away citing ABC's at pre-school, the last straw in leaving a cold, hardened human being walking this lonely planet believing that all loves are, ultimately, just temporary. So yes, I was born with, and still have now, a good faith in cynicism. But somehow at the age of 27, I married my very first boyfriend. How did that happen? Don't ask me, because after 5 1/2 years of dating and another 6 years in marriage, I've still got absolutely no clue. I mean that's not what a respectable cynic would do, is it? Well first, let's

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Last few days were a nightmarish montage of my extended kitchen-agony.  Three whole days covered in a choking dust of flour with smudgy grease from a beastly amount of butter and sugary stickiness haunting my finger tips.  Electrical outlets being pushed to a near brink of melt-down and an unprepared dishwasher running past its adrenaline threshold into a disoriented state of ecstasy.  After three nights of stress-induced binge eating, two stone-tough should muscle groups and one extremely cranked neck which all ended in a final coma that took place in a dark and questionable foot-massage parlor, despite nature's best effort to stop me, I said I'd make a cake. Well

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(简体)(繁體) I'm always puzzled where people get their optimism from. I have this friend. She's a walking team of cheerleaders in a single unit, comes with flowers and sunshine with balloons and all that stuff. If you feel like a worthless piece of sxxt, I'd have you call her so you can feel like a brand new piece of chocolate nougat instead. Or a cat like a tiger and a chicken like a peacock

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