this morning #1890.

this morning, there was so much friggin’ math to be had. so much that i swore that part of my brain popped. sizzled at least. numbers. fractions. conversions. never been my strong suit, not even with a calculator. how much of each of these ingredients do i really need to make this cake? in the end, i just decided how much to get based on vibes. much less stress that way. took my haul home & spread it out on the counter. pulled the recipe card from the box. my first attempt at grandma’s scandanavian specialty. kvæfjordkake. as a child, i’d watched her make it many times but she’d never really explained her process to me. i just hoped & prayed that i’d absorbed enough of her technique.