Even though I’m not a fan of sweets, I’m an unabashed fan of The Sugar Cube dessert chef Kir Jensen. Maybe it’s because of her bad-ass pastry names, or the fact she seems so fun loving while being so completely outspoken. It could have something to do with the fact that she’s so very good at what she does.

Or maybe it’s this picture:

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Whatever it is, Jensen’s new blog Cart Life, detailing the trials and tribulations of a cart owner, just increases my affection for the dessert maven. Mostly because of passages like this:

Chad fires up the washer, hot water blasting off months and months of weather decay, bird shit, food debris and we begin to see the true illustrious color of the cart. When Chad makes his way to the under belly of thy beast I take a few good steps back and witness the sheer power take hold. Rotten food, soiled clothes, socks, underwear, needles, cigarette butts, coke cans that were obviously used for more than just a frosty beverage flew out from under the cart like someone had given them the ol' boot to the ass. Suddenly, I see a medium sized yogurt container come skidding out from under the cart and there it lay resting about twenty feet ahead. Even though it was twenty feet in front of us there was no mistaking the familiar smell of shit. Yup, someone shit in a cup and stashed it under the carto. Perhaps, they were saving it for later usage? I looked up at Chad and the grimace on his face will forever be burned into my memory.


"I think I got some on my shoes..." Chad quipped as he wiped off his eye glasses.

Go check it out, if only for the illustration of Jensen riding a Hobart mixer like a cowgirl.