It may look like a bleeding lump escaping across the plate from an iced poo lump, but c'mon, look at that polka dotted candle! Don't you just want to take it home in your purse? Oh wait, we did. This was the comped birthday dessert for Sarah that capped off an incredible brunch last Saturday. It was fancy without being frou frou and I'm totally writing it about it some more soon.
In other news, I had the Northern Pikes song, "She ain't pretty (she just looks that way)" in my head this morning. Until I googled it I thought it was an Ugly Kid Joe song. Either way - fucking terrible way to start the day.