I love France. I love French food. I love any kind of food. But what I really love is cake. American party cake. You know, the kind with "so rich it almost makes you gag" buttercream flowers. And I always want a corner piece. Well there it is. The downside of living in France. No party cake. Until now, that is. Thankfully the French are curious enough to set aside their culinary chauvinism and taste my cakes. This one was for the baptism of a friend's grand-daughter. Vanilla filled with rasp
berries in whipped cream and gag-alicious buttercream icing. They ate it all up
