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When life hands you lemons.

Today the sun came out for about an hour. It was a nice surprise. How can anyone be upset/angry/mad (not that I was) when the sun is shining. Oh how I missed the sun. It didn't stick around but I'm determined for it to be spring. Since I clearly cannot control the weather, I can control the treats I make. I saw THIS recipe on Pinterest and it screamed happiness and brighter, sunnier, days. Blueberry Lemon Layer Cake. Heavenly. I went to the grocery store and made my decision to make this cake because the recipe was something I felt like I could handle. Got home, and started on my baking adventure. This cake takes a while to prepare, just a warning. I never knew how long it takes to zest 3 lemons. It was quite the workout but worth it in the end. Here is a picture from the blog where I got the recipe:

They make that cake look so tempting. Here are pictures of my cake:

Mine didn't turn out nearly as yellow and I also only did two layers due to only having two pans (college student problems, I know). Other than the fact that the cake wasn't as moist as I would have liked it, it was SO tasty. Next time I probably won't cook it as long to see if that helps the moisture thing. I would recommend this cake to anyone who, like me, doesn't want to be stuck in the Winter Blues anymore. 


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