It’s hard to cook, much less type with nine fingers, but with a birthday coming for our friend Astrid turning…turning…well, she’s younger than us, anyway, so I turned to old standby cooking skills to gift her (and her worldly hubby Bruno) with an edible that I was reasonably certain wouldn’t have any of my own blood or flesh in it.

But what is it? Our dear friend is a regular peruser of this blog so she can’t get much satisfaction this time around…unless she likes a little mystery?

Here are some of the ingredients, though the star of the show is mysteriously absent. Hmmm?

What could it be? Hmmmm?