Lime Curd (aka Liquid Gold)

There are certain things one should always keep on hand. Toilet paper, for example. And soap. Deodorant, also a good one.

This applies to the kitchen too. Olive oil. Eggs. Bacon (no seriously, why would you ever not keep bacon on hand?). Salt. And curd--duh.

This lime curd is known affectionately around these parts (meaning my house, meaning by me) as liquid gold. Look how silky...

This is a mini almond cake lime curd smothering situation.

I know what you're thinking: "Didn't you just post about lemon curd?" Yes, but I have toyed around and majorly improved upon that recipe. (And made it with the more seasonally appropriate lime.) So listen up people. Listen the frig up! Because this is it. This is real talk.

Perfectly tart-sweet lime flavor talk. Smooth, thick, satiny talk. Delicious talk.

Spread it on an English muffin. Bake it in an almond cake. Spoon it over peach slices. Because one way or another, you will be consuming this lime curd at an alarmingly rapid rate. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Lemony Almond Cake with Blackberry Cream

A few months ago while taking a children's rights class, I realized that I was twenty-five years old and had never seen my birth certificate. I decided that it probably wasn't good that my parents didn't have a copy and I didn't have a copy and that no one seemed to have a copy. So I ordered one online. As I waited for it to arrive, I considered the possibility that I wasn't blood related to my parents, mainly because I look nothing like either of them. But alas, my birth certificate arrived, and there in typewriter black letters was the proof that my parents are, in fact, my parents. Damn. ...just kidding! Love you, mom and dad.

Anyway, I went home to hang with my parents this past weekend. Maybe it's the sentimentality present in everything there. Or maybe it's the large patio, the multitude of trees, and the vaulted ceiling of my bedroom. Or maybe it's just being near my parents again. But as much as I absolutely love my new home in Atlanta, being back at home felt rather calming, despite everything that was going on.

My dad is one of those awesome people who stores half eaten fruit pies with untidy fork edges in the oven with a quick-bite utensil. I'm not saying I take after my dad, but I'm sort of saying that. Pie is just freakin' good. Cake, also good. I'm not typically a huuuge cake person. But this cake. This cake is for real, good stuff. Crispy top. Moist almond cake. Soft lemon curd sporadically throughout. This cake is forkfuls of divine.