Scene of the dirty deed--

So tonight I have a Wabbit in my apartment until we get tired or the sun comes up, and I decided to try the beet juice trick recommended by themaskmaker, here.



No, really. It's beets, officer. Beets. (Well. One large beet and two apples.)

The most interesting thing about it was the layer of bright fuchsia foam on top, which I had to eat with a spoon. It was kind of like sweet beet mousse. Outstanding.







And you can  even catch a glimpse of the giant bowl full of cheap bruised fruit that lives in my kitchen table, ready to feed the juicer, though.
 If you're guessing from the other mess on the table that I was also baking a cake, you're right.

A yellow cake with chocolate frosting, because I have a friend who needed a cake tonight. And you know, a little cake never hurts anybody. 

The blood may be a lie, but the cake is real.

The cake, by the way, is now in the oven, and I would post a recipe, but it's just the yellow cake recipe from Cook's Illustrated last spring.