The only redeeming feature I can find about being A Certain Age is that I can blame my failing brain cells for forgetting all kinds of shit left, right and centre. The situation is dire if it’s taken me three weeks to remember to post photos of cake.
I toddled along to the Dutch bakery from [...]
I haven’t quite lost the concept of time and still do my laundry on weekends so I know the two days I can open the blinds and front door to allow the sunshine in without risk of door-to-door salespeople pissing me off. I completely forgot about Halloween until I saw pairs of tiny feet scampering [...]
Work is so stressful that I start one thing, think of 45 others, forget the first and wonder why I was walking around with my fingers crossed to remember something, because I don’t have 92 fingers to cross to remember the 45+1 things.
I sat my boss down and explained the issues and impact in [...]
Chocolate fudge cake batter
I love you ardently and sweetly
Brown gooeyness of tummy-thumping love
Lumping my swooning arteries
Oh, mysterious, alchemical batter
How much can I eat and still pretend
your afterbits will form a cake?
Meh, burn to crumbs in the oven for all I care
Without batter, it is nothing
(No photo, the leftovers are still cookin’)
Crank-o-meter: *sugar crashing*
Remember the demented reindeer cupcakes I made for a work morning tea?
Remember the date of the morning tea? 18 December 2008.
Last week a workmate came running up to me, saying one of the cupcakes was still alive and well on someone’s desk! The person in question thought it too nice to eat and kept [...]
Crankyville is a smallish hamlet divided in two by a busy road for those who work in the north and live in the south. On my side of the busy road is a ramshackle shopping strip with a few professional suites, a mixed business, café and cake place, an empty shell where the greengrocer used to [...]
