My name is Emma and I’m in the grips…GRIPS(!) of a vegan carrot cake addiction. Every day for the last err, I don’t want to know think about it, I’ve been frequenting the lovely Cafe Babalu round the corner from my stupendous Reykjavik pad and engaging in what can only be described as frivalous carrot cake devouring. More demolishing than devouring really. Jeez, it’s been a torrid affair, a delicious romance, an unrequited love-fest of colossal proportions. I’ve given the best afternoons of my life to this cake and in return it’s given me nothing but empty promises (and purse) and regret. Well hear this, no more!
