The Polish Princess

May I present to you

Her Serene Highness

the 

Crown Princess Ava

House of Wilder-Zhan

Thus 

The Polish Princess

 makes her much anticipated debut amongst the commoners and loyal subjects.

And possibly cardiologists. 

1485 mg of cholesterol resides in the palace

Nay,

52 mg of healthy fat in the walnuts  

Everyone knows the antioxidant  benefits of dark chocolate cancels out saturated fat grams

So there you go!.

I fear The Princess tried my patience sorely with Her endless demands..

If not for Faithy's instructions and Raymond's early post,

I would have fled the kingdom.

This was not a complicated cake to make, per se, it was just 

never ending.

I started to hear a lot of cursing.

Oh, wait,  that was me.

When I pulled out the last half inch of parchment paper in the box,

there may have been a complete meltdown.

Fourth trip to the store.

Does anyone remember the bee sting scene in Ever After?

But it was the walnuts that put me over the edge.  Toasting is one thing, but rubbing the skins off

is truly annoying.  Then it came to me in a flash, why not give them a 

a damn good thrashing ?

Popped into a plastic box and relentlessly shaken, the skins nearly all came off just like garlic. Made a terrible mess sifting the skins in a wire mesh strainer, but at this point what's another thing to wash in the growing mountain of dishes? 

Principessa is one high maintenance lady.

The scullery maid was no where to be found.

It's rather a blur but I do remember adding lemon oil to the Vodka tea syrup in addition to the lemon juice.

Alas,   back in 1917 Poyotr Smirnov fled Moscow during the October Revolution.  Eventually making his way to Lwow ( formerly Poland) before having to flee once again..  So it seemed reasonable to use Smirnoff Triple Distilled Vodka.

Plus my brother had an opened bottle at the back of a cupboard.

Poking the cake with a shish kabob skewer was great fun.

That cake batter was a true test of faith in Rose.  

I gave up brushing all the syrup over the cake.  It was turning gummy.

So onto a cocoa powder explosion and the cook nearly lost her head.

Once mixed into the buttery custard cream all was forgiven.

And she got to keep her head.

The Princess's crown jewels were hidden within the second layer of 

custard cream.

No one is the wiser golden raisins lurk within

blueberries, cranberries and cherries.

And she slept for the night in a grand four poster.

Or maybe I dreamt  I slept in a grand four poster bed.

Today is another day.

With a sprinkling of gold sugar over

Principessa 

and a grating of chocolate

she is quite delectable.

Now I must be off.

The royal Fitbit has decreed I shall be walking to Utah.

Be back in time for the Lemon Jammies.

 The Princess has one last Royal Decree~

GET WELL

TONY