This is One Carrot the Bunny Will Never Eat

I made carrot cake for Easter. I used red Japanese carrots so the colour's a little different. It also looks different because I had to use my Japanese grater. The Western style box grater seems to be totally unknown in these parts. The difference is that, while a box grater turns your carrots into thin little strips, the Japanese grater turns it into a paste. This is how the wasabi is prepared for your sushi--wasabi in its natural state is a root vegetable. So I made red carrot paste to mix into the batter. It's not bad.

The frosting is my weak attempt to combine cream cheese, almond milk, and sugar without a power mixer. Luckily, it was improved by dehydrating overnight in the refrigerator.

Here are some cherry blossoms I saw on the way to the grocery store:

Still no cherries in the store, though. I really want to try cooking with cherries.

X Sonnet #1830

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Reminders stuck as cheese to pepper feet.
Remainders sunk equations half a pace.
Surpassing heat defines the mollusc meat.
Intrusive clogs were shoes for runny mud.
No talking showed the cops their honest names,
The soap's reduced to just a single sud.
'Tis jelly all the butter ever blames.
A flash of metal dims behind the dust.
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A sign of hearts dispersed remains of rust.
The only beat corrupts what passed for real.
Discussions break the early birds apart.
But many's the word the blinding day'd impart.