My love of chocolate has been well documented via many posts on this site, but over the last couple of weeks - in fact, since Ria’s been visiting, I’ve subverted my love to include cake - and not just chocolate cake, any kind of cake. A few days ago, Ria made the best cake ever, with a fantastic slightly crusty exterior, and fudgey, gooey centre. Needless to say, it’s now gone, coupled with many wonderful short blacks, even though my espresso machine has decided to become contrary again. For some reason it seems to go through phases of working brilliantly, then exploding quite extremely. It’s in one of the latter phases now.

I’ve got to the point now where I ride back from work thinking about cake (or chocolate) and coffee, and I’m disappointed if no one wants to come with me to procure some. Last week I found the most fantastic cookbook - the Woman’s Weekly cake, biscuits and slices reissue, which contained any and every cake (biscuit and slice) you might ever desire. I keep picking it up every time I go to the supermarket (because that’s where it is), but then putting it back because I know if I bought it, I would go on a frenzy of baking and eating that, while delicious, is probably best avoided.

Today I flipped through the Biggest Loser “change your life” book, mainly because I was considering buying and reviewing it. While reading the quotes from the trainers, I felt like I needed to get way more hardcore in my attitude. Probably Michelle and Shannon never want to eat cake of the day, or if they do, they go and run five k’s as punishment. I also checked out Dr John Tickell’s “Great Australian Diet” book, which was cool, but again didn’t seem to include cake in any form. I put it down.

So I’m consoling myself with the thought that it’s cold outside, and a body needs fat and sugar to stay warm. Sometimes high GI foods are necessary, and chocolate is a good source of antioxidants … and some other platitudes I’m sure I’m supposed to be against rather than for. Now pass me that damn cake!

Today I’m loving: starting at 9am, and a dry road on the ride home