Fiesta Monday? | Ferrero cake

Fiesta Monday? | Ferrero cake

I had to do this today too… Mostly because I said I would post it on Saturday, thought I would do it on Sunday and well…it’s already Monday. Monday, Bloody Monday.

As most of you already know, my birthday was two week’s ago (for those of you who don’t, check out the challenge we did on the right – in sidebar). And I wanted to celebrate it with a cake, since I haven’t made (had) a cake for my birthday… Well… …..since… I don’t know. Long time ago. So, I wanted a Ferrero cake, which is not a surprise if you have been reading stuff about me which I have to write when I get an award – talking about this. Yes. The very demanding and very delicious Ferrero cake it was.

I had to borrow two extra pair of hands (kisses!) or I wouldn’t have made it in such sort time before the get-together.

I will write down a recipe, as soon as I translate it on English.

After two or three hours (I lost track of time) it looked like this. If you’re wondering – it tasted heavenly. 😀 The biscuit was soft because of the warm milk I poured on it when it was baked and the filling was from mostly Nutella. And.. Nutella. That needs no explaining. 🙂 If you’re thinking: “Hey Iva, why is the last one with candles on just one piece?” That is because when I remembered to take a picture of the cake with candles, that was actually all that was left of the cake. 😉

Update! Recipe:

Ferrero Cake


For the biscuit:

2 glasses of sugar (I used a glass that contains 2,5 dL)

1 glass of rough flour

1 glass of smooth flour

½ of baking powder

1,5 spoon of baking soda (bicarbonate)

¾ glass of cocoa (with no sugar)

1 vanilla sugar

2 eggs

1 glass of milk

½ glass of hot water


For when the biscuit is baked:

½ glass of boiled milk cooled down

mixed with 2 spoons of sweet cocoa


For the cream:

400 grams of Nutella

500 grams of mascarpone cheese (I used whey b/c it’s cheaper)

200 grams of toasted hazelnuts

8 big cookies with hazelnut, we have Napolitanke and they look like this:








Mix the yolk from 2 eggs with sugar, pour the milk while mixing and then pour in the hot water. Mix the albumen separately until it is like whipped cream and add to the mixture slowly mixing with spoon, not with electric machine. Put in the oven, preheated to 180 Celsius and bake approximately 40 minutes. You can check with a toothpick when the biscuit is done, just put the toothpick in and if nothing stays on it – it is done.

Cool the biscuit down and cut it in half.

Now, the cream. First, take the skin of the hazelnuts by warming them in hot water (if desired) and fry them just a little in a pan. Mill the cookies and hazelnuts with a machine or a mixer. I left 50 grams of hazelnuts for the decoration on top. Mix all the ingredients together. Divide in thirds – 1/3 for the first layer, 1/3 for the second and the rest for all around the cake.

Put the first half of biscuit in mold again so it would not soften and lose texture because now you will pour the milk with sweet cocoa over it, to make it juicy. I turned it upside down because it is more straight from the bottom. Pour just how much milk you think it needs, and don’t forget that you need the same amount for the second half. Put the cream on the first half. Put the second half of biscuit on top and repeat pouring the cocoa and milk mixture on. Now put the second layer of cream on. You can remove the mold and start applying the rest of the cream all around the cake. I had some leftover, but it quickly vanished. 😉

I have decorated the top with the ground hazelnuts I have left aside for that purpose and with few of Ferrero Rocher’s bought in store.

Bon Appetit! Dobar tek!

This is an entry for Fiesta Friday!


Catch of the month | March

Catch of the month | March

I really didn’t feel like doing this today. I’m in a bad mood for a fucking good reason. Hope everything sorts out.

But. It is the last day of March so here it fucking goes.

I’ve wanted this type of shorts/skirt dark blue with dots (stars) since last year, and I finally found it. Second-hand. I paid 25 kunas for it (4,50 $) but it is to big so I will have to do a little re-do with a sewing machine. No problem.
The shirt is sleeveless and I loooove the material. That was less than a dollar in a sale in textile house.

Pattern up-close

Sorry for all the “fuckings”, I can’t be in a good mood all the time.

Everything is connected

I have my folder in which I keep photography to be published here when I feel the need or when the timing is right (Weekly Challenges for example), I have a folder of interesting Do It Yourself projects that I plan to make and photos of ones I already made. I also have a folder of incredible pictures and quotes which I share, on social networks or here. Now, I am starting to pile up links and links and links of amazing videos I want to share with you…

My thought when I started this blog was – what will I write about when I ran out of ideas. And, I can tell you I am getting scared now… 😉 Because more ideas I have, more ideas are coming on surface. I can’t keep track of them… It is like I have opened a creative Pandora box inside my head which was there the whole time and now I can’t and WON’T close it. What a wonderful discovery! Yet so frustrating at times for an organised person like me… I have all of a sudden this chaos, this mountain of things I want to share, of things I want to write about, talk about… Of things I want to contemplate about. And every day, I get more of those things. When I think to myself, “Okay, break time…” I come upon most amazing things. Projects. Videos. Songs. People. Ideas.

I am walking this road but not alone, I am with you and I feel your presence. I feel we make connections and that is another amazing thing I have to add to this incredible experience I call My Blog. Experience I didn’t know what to expect when I started. Experience who is actually helping me to find myself. To understand towards what I gravitate. To see how amazingly creative I am. This blog is becoming a black on white proof to crush many of my doubts. And a leading compass in my future occupation, what ever that turns out to be.

And everything is connected. My folders connect here. So, this video is beyond perfect for this post.

The Evolution Of My Writing

This is by far most personal post I have ever writen on this blog. That is also why it’s a bit long. I am scared. But clicked publish. 🙂 It’s for Weekly Writing Challenge.

I always loved to write… I can’t remember how and when it started, but I always loved to write and read. I have a video tape for those old VCR’s of my third birthday. I wanted to read from newspapers so I can prove I can. AT THREE!

I used to love going to library on the children section, I remember I was wandering around shelves and getting lost in the, oh so many stories that haven’t been read. As I got older I just moved from children section into teen section and continued to get lost. 🙂

In school I loved to write. I would always get a five (that’s an A) from writing…  But high school almost killed the reading-lover I was. We were obligated to read so many books through school plan that we would literary not sleep. I still think to this day, that Croatian school program is one of the toughest in the world, and with integrating young people who finish school and college into business world one of the lousiest.

So, what happened? I had so many books to read which I didn’t like… Try reading War and Peace from Tolstoj in 2 weeks with school and homework, try reading 800 pages of Anna Karenina in two weeks with all other tests in school, and then try to imagine the impact this books are leaving. After I read Kafka’s Transformation and Process I felt sick in my stomach. All those books I mentioned are considered classics and are interesting, but not when obligatory they’re not. There were sooooo many books to read, really. Like 15 of them… I hated them. And my grade was depending on it. To a 17 year old, this is a definition of torture. While myself and few others actually read it, majority of class didn’t and they failed on tests. If I hadn’t loved books and been obsessed with my grades (MUST.GET.IN.GOOD.COLLEGE.) I wouldn’t read them also. Hey… There were far more interesting stuff for me than books. Boys. 😉

But I did get through, with periodic blues and depression from these books which are very hard to read. I still don’t know why the school plan gives that books as obligatory to read in such sort periods of time to people who are discovering who they are and who can’t possibly at that moment appreciate those books. I don’t get it. Someone explain it to me.

What I did do… I wrote. From when I learned how to, I wrote and wrote and wrote… I had a journal, I would write every day… I had two of them, big thick notepads filled with my daily life. I threw one away and kept one. I still have poetry there. Who knows, maybe that will see the day light someday. And I wrote stories. I was always a fan of detective books and romance books, so I would combine the two. I would write a love story but with a huge twist, unexpected. I was also writing “my book” that got deleted somewhere in the process of me not writing it anymore and computer dying… But what I wrote as kid was something I call “school writing”. You know, when you write how wonderful is the spring and how autumn has beautiful colors when you know your teacher will like it and you will get good grade. When, in fact, you couldn’t care less about spring and in autumn you feel like you have been taken away from the beach and sand and fun and now you’re sitting in the stupid classroom with boring stuff to do and you give a tiny rat’s ass about colors of autumn. 🙂 I have started really writing somewhere at the end of elementary (13, 14 years old). I wrote in my free time, I wrote because I wanted to. And I started to write freely in school when I joined journalist section (last year, age 17/ 18). I was rocking the free themes of those articles and having a blast. I still have those high-school newspapers and some elementary ones… I will post my proof later in this post. 😉

Also, we had a lot of writing involved in high school. I remember one time I wrote a school work and all my sentences were beginning with “I wish…” All of them. It was great and now, I wish (!) I have those school works. But they were in special notebooks that we would get only when it was time to write and give back at the end of two classes. What a shame.

My relationship with reading improved when I got in college. I used to go to library for a different reason now – to study in my own time on my own terms. It was quiet, almost like a task that needs to be fulfilled. I would meet up with my friend, or group of friends and we would go to study. Later, when I got so much behind that I didn’t know anyone I started going on my own in the nearest library. I will never forget it. It was winter, the heating was humming next to us few, each on their own desk, with their own papers, books and notes. After a while, I would stop notice the noise from the rest of the library and dive into my assignment. I would forget where I was… Other times, I would be restless. Not in the mood for studying. I would notice everything around me. I would hear the children feet tumbling in the section beside, their voices and attempts to be quiet, careful and all-seeing looks of a librarian guarding the reading room – place where we were. Although it wasn’t a room, it was barely a section divided by a wall of books. I would noticed if it was raining and watched how the rain drops fall on huge massive windows. And my eye would wander off outside, watching street lights and wondering how can it be so different in here and out there. It seemed to me like different life. Funny, isn’t it? 🙂

And here it is; My evolution of writing


First, article from school papers from fourth grade elementary school. That would be 9/10 years old. 🙂 My comments are in ITALIC 😉


My mother

Once upon a time not so long ago, there was a girl (still is) and she met a young man. They fall in love deeply and soon the wedding bells were ringing. (watching so many cartoons 🙂 ) From their love I came into this world.

I was crying all the time and it took a lot of care and work around me. My dad was making money for food and he worked all the time, and my mom took care of me. Beside that she was teaching me how to walk and talk. I was constantly hungry and waking up at night crying. My mom would spent hours to console me, and she had to get up early in the morning. It was even harder when I was sick. Measure her temperature, wash the bottle, no, not that, with cold water, put the tea, cover Iva, put her pacifier in her mouth, no, don’t cry! No, no… shhhhh. Put the wet compress… And not to mention how many more stuff my mom had to endure. She used to tell me often:  „Small bird, loud mouth!“ (It is an expression in Croatian) She was dealing with all my wet problems in diapers. She looked after me, feed me, washed me… She helps me now also, but I am already big and I can do most of the things on my own. So I say to my smart and hard-working mother and all mothers that are like that big thank you for taking care for your children. A mother is something special, she would give everything for her child. And my mother gave everything, everything for me. (Oh so dramatic, little me.)

The second one is from 8th grade. That is 14/15 years old.



Love isn’t just in one color for me,  because there are more types of love:

Pink love is gentle love, it is love between a mother and daughter, between brother and sister. She connects us firmly with our parents, brothers and sisters. (I was going a lot in church; every Sunday a mass, every week a religion class in school. When preparing for the sacrament of Confirmation we were really in the church all the time. It was in 8th grade.) This type of love always exist in out hearts, never fades away.

Green love is young  love. It got her color from spring, when everything goes green because just like spring, it comes fast and goes fast not leaving any trace in our life. (But we all remember out first crushes don’t we?)

Blue love is very important. She is created when two young hearts decide to come together in a unbreakable community of marriage. (Again, the religious tone in which I was raised emerges in unexpected place…) They come together like two streams come together in one big blue, clear river.

Purple love is a love of a friend. She is born between two honestly bounded friends.

Yellow love is love of light, hope. It is our love for life, to our very own existence.

And at last, the most important and most beautiful love in the world, the red one. Red like blood. It is a love between a man and a girl who are prepared to give their lives for it. She is like a big flame of fire in their hearts and can not be put away. (I think we had Romeo and Juliet for assignment that year.)

And so, I really don’t know what color is love. But, I do know a color where there is no love at all. That is black. (A-men to that young me.)

And the last one… Oh, the hardest one to pick because this is when we get personal. And I am not ready for my poems to be read to my closest, let alone whole WP community. So, this was carefully picked.

I think I was 19 when I wrote this.


I will let my sorrow be

I will let my sorrow fly free

If I let my sorrow fly free

She will bring me back me.



My Liebster Award (German for Dearest)

My Liebster Award (German for Dearest)

I have a case of fuzzy brain. That is what I call it. It’s when I have a strong headache for a day or two and then it gets better so I want to make up for everything that I have missed, resulting in big mess inside my head. I know I have read interesting posts, I have a loooot of accumulated ideas (what happens when I have to lay in bed with no technology)… But I don’t know what, where, how? Where to start when there is so much all of a sudden?

I didn’t forget about the award, don’t worry Justine… I just got sidetracked. 😉

So, yes, I got my first Liebster Award. Thank you so much. I am always blessed when presented with awards, but I have to be honest, I have seen others getting this award and I secretly wanted it. 😀 Now you know.
I got my award from Justine who blogs over at Eclectic Odds n Sods, which is not her only blog. I consider myself an organised woman, but she has and manages THREE blogs! That is beyond me… 🙂 Also, I like her idea of Friday Fiesta, which I have yet to join. I will, pinky promise.

Rules for the Liebster Award

1. Thank your Liebster Blog Award presenter on your blog.

2. Link back to the blogger who awarded you.

3. Copy & Paste the award to your blog.

4. Nominate 5 blogs to receive the award who have less than 1000 followers.

5. Inform them of their nomination by leaving comment on their blog.

Ok, I did the first bunch. Now the nominations and questions. I have mixed questions from her and what she got. I tell you, I am trying. I am trying. 🙂

1. What was your favourite book as a kid?

It was “Ježeva kućica”, translate into “Hedgehog house”. We even had an audio tape I would listen over and over and over.

2. What is your favorite post you have written and why?

That is tough. I think of all my posts as my babies. 🙂 I love participating in Weekly Photo Challenges, I love sharing my crafts because I put so much work and effort into that, and I love my opinions in category column. I really don’t know. Recently maybe a poem i wrote for my birthday:
3. Who is your celebrity crush?
Hihihihihihi. Channing Tatum. Maybe Ian Somerhalder. Oh, LL Coll J… Ok, I’m getting lost. 😀

4. Which country would you like to visit most and why?
Uhhhh… My heart wants to travel all over the Globe, but first – Italy.
5. Do you have a favourite comedian?
Yes. Ellen DeGeneres. Followed by Eddie Izzard, Jimmy Fallon, The Lonely Island guys… and so on. I love comedy, I love stand up and I enjoy watching talk shows with hosts being comedians. Also I went through a phase of adoring Dane Cook.
6. What was the last film you saw?
About Time.
7. If you were in a beauty pageant what would your “talent” be?
Dancing. 😎
8. What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever been given?
To love myself and to consider time factor in my wishes. I tend to want all things at once and get impatient. So, thinking of a time variable as fluid and not set to the date is liberating.
9. What is your philosophy in life?
I think we grow entire life and like I am not the same person I was 5 years ago, I won’t be same person in five years. But thing I think that stays the same is – there is no other way than listening your heart, having a little more patience, surrounding myself with a little more positivity and kindness. Lots of love and communication. In kind places, beatiful roses grow.
10. If you came back in another life would you be a person or an animal or something else and what would it be?
I don’t want to come back. I want to stay me. But just for the fun of it, I would be a bird. With big wings, not those small birdies you feed on the corner. I would be something you see at dawn in a far away place and turns out blurry on your camera. 😉
11. Are you left or right-handed?
Leftie! And proud.

Ok, nominations. *Drum roll*

I nominate:

  1.  Misifusa from Presents of Presence. She is so kind and thoughtful, I enjoy in her blog and her comments. She has been there for me in a way only us two can understand. She is a cancer survivor and takes life so positive. She is a light and I love her.
  2. Shetall from Shetall says. One of the people I connected early on and hit off with so much similarity in opinions… She is also so kind to me, I do not forget that. She writes beautiful poetry and stories so magical I dare you to dive in. Simply amazing.
  3. GirlyChristina from Lifebeinggirly. She is a crafter and a positive person. We get each other since I am too. I love her new bussines and smile that awaits when you click on her blog.
  4. Alienaura on Alien Aura’s Blog: It’ll Blow Your Mind. Yes, it will. Alienaura writes with no self-censoring. We would say that she has no “dlake na jeziku” which means she literary she has no hair on her tongue haha, but figuratively that she writes what she wants and how she wants it. She isn’t here to please, she is here to make a statement. I find myself commenting on a lot on her posts, even though I am a relatively new follower of hers. I am like that in real life. I express my opinions very loudly. Since I don’t write about stuff that make my voice go louder, you will probably see that side of me maybe in few posts. But it is there, a dragon in disguise. 😉
  5. findingmyinnercourage from Findingmyinnercourage. She is a woman who is suffering from one of the invisible diseases, chronic pain. She is taking step by step in making her journey to more understanding of her condition, both for herself and people who read her blog, she is breaking the stigma and finding new ways to help herself. I say, keep up the positivity girl! You know you have a shoulder or two here on WP when you’re feeling low.
  6. And I’m breaking the rules with Rima Hasan. 🙂 She is a photographer (wow), a wedding photographer (wow wow). Since I enjoy in photos so much, she brings a delight to my eyes with her stunning work. Also, she blew my fringes off with her post “400 pound burden”. You will just have to check it out.

And now I realised all of my nominees/award winners are women. Power to the women! 🙂
I was limited with number of followers, there were a few more I would like to include but they have more than 1000 followers or I have already included them in my last award. But this is perfect the way it is.

Blog on!

❤ Ivy

Blogger problems

I have a problem. I have been commenting and commenting and surfing through blogs, having a blast… And now I can’t remember to whom I said what. 😀

And more important, I can’t remember to whom excatly I promised to host on their blog. Ooooops… If you recognise yourself, comment! Please. Save me. 🙂