The tree nuts continue to mock me, the little bastards. Tonight, they denied me this almond sponge cake with walnuts. The lovely little devil was filled with cream and cherry juice, and topped with pear jam and borage flowers. Alas, I begrudgingly said my goodbyes. It's times like these that my travel companions benefit from my autoimmune deficiencies. Seconds, anyone?
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