The best part about living in a different country from where I grew up is that I come across new and unique things almost daily, even after seven years of living in DC.
On a recent shopping trip a friend told me of a cake called Neiman Marcus. A cake named after a department store, only in America. Being a gay he denied ever eating it (although you’d never guess) so he wasn’t sure what was in it or if it had any relationship to its namesake. However, he was kind enough to find a recipe for me — knowing my love of spending money and food it seemed like the perfect way to keep me from an afternoon at the mall.
Apparently my lack of baking skills really showed with this one — check out what happened after the jump.
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