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 heaven and couldn’t decide between the lemon tart and the flourless chocolate cake. And then I remembered I was the birthday girl and could have whatever I wanted, so I grabbed both! I felt like a bit of a piggy-wig carting two cake boxes down the street, but I’m of the age now that I don’t give a rat’s arse what people think.
The lemon tart thankfully wasn’t that shade of uranium yellow but I’m using a new image editor and can’t find the magic buttons to make my photography less craptapulous. Regardless, it was outstanding lemon tart.
The flourless chocolate cake was a revelation of dense chocolate cake (with almond meal if my taste buds serve me correctly), topped with ganache and with dark chocolate curls and wall around the outside. Why aren’t all cakes bolstered with dark chocolate walls, I must ask?
I found a tiara in a junk shop. And wore it. To the day job. And served leftover cake while wearing it. The co-workers are now scared of me and that was the effect I wanted.
I was struck by genius and decided to take a portrait of myself with Mini while wearing my tiara. Never work with tiaras or animals because he ripped it from my head and tried to bring down and kill the fluffy part along the crown.
I put my feet up after a pedicure and watched Bold and the Beautiful. My Gammyfootectomy is scheduled on 15 June and I’m deciding which colour nail polish to wear on the day (I know it’s irrelevant as I’ll go with squeaky clean feet so the surgical team isn’t distracted by my impeccable taste in goth nail colours, but it’s a nice way of living in denial about being cut to pieces by sword-wielding maniacs in gowns while I’m unconscious).
ThePurpleOwl sent mysterious text messages about receiving a consignment of elephants and I was checking my driveway daily for a convoy of elephant transporters. Eventually the parcel arrived after having travelled a long and circuitous route; I can only wonder how many Australia Post staff read the warning message:
The most ace thing ever is receiving an envelope to the House of Crankypants with a Douglas Adams postcode. You rock, my PurpleOwl, and for your awesomeness you get first ride on Mr Shuffles when he’s bigger and broken in.
The elephant wine glass charms are great fun. I tried to make a necklace for Mini but he cracked the shits at me again.
Crank-o-meter: any day is cake day
Heh heh heh. Yay! I would have employed my good editor handwriting rather than my slightly-sloping squiggles if I’d thought about the net fame it would garner. The phone call from you screaming ‘ELEPHANTS!’ made it all worthwhile.
So glad the barfday had some positive aspects (although it was a barfweek by the time my elephants found their way to you … slow and steady, that’s the elephant way). I definitely approve of the cakes and crownage, too, even if the feline doesn’t.
I thinks that’s feline jealousy.
How bad will it be when Mini’s got to share you with Mr Shuffles?
Of course, Mr Shuffles could “accidentally” do something about that. Afterall, I walk into my cats all that time and I’ve only got 2 legs.
HA HA cute little elephants!
Two cakes is awesome, I only had a supermarket made one. There’s no good cake shops around here
You cannae wear nailpolish when you have surgeries, coz they use your finger/toe nails as an indicator of how your circulation is going. I discovered this once when I happily painted my toenails all pretty, then was told to take it off by a nurse. Spoil sports.
Excellent presents from the Purple Owl! And very good taste in cakes.
Ha, I never intended to use your private correspondence for blog material, but it just fitted! Um, I didn’t mean to scream, nor did I mean to scream during the party at your house *laughs*.
comrade, I am going to offer an elephant as royal meezer transport and perhaps the big cat will fall for it. Status is everything for the Siamese felines … I think. Ooooooh, Shuffles has been on Twitter talking about squishing ants so I had better watch out for the kittehs.
Fen, they are fantastic wine glass charms. I can console myself with a different-coloured one every working night and on Saturday: blue = G&T, yellow = chardonnay, pink = bloody anything I can my hands on. Hmmm, that sounds like a rational reason to go under the knife with bare tootsies. Can I texta “THIS LEG ONLY” on my left foot?
Thanks, Foodycat. The cakes were delicious, particulary the lemon tart as I like a tart tart but many shops make them too sweet and cloying rather than tarty
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Oh what lovely cakes. I like a tart tart too, and agree, there aren’t enough tarty ones around! That looks like the most amazing amount of lemon curd imaginable. The are great presents too.
Indeed, say yes to tarty tarts! The lemon curd was in a gentle mound over the level of the pastry, which is some kind of curdy miracle
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Always late to the party I am, but you and the lot you are attract are always my heroes…two cakes, elephants by post (some niffy work there by Australia Post)…who needs news sites, this is all the feel good stuff I need for today
Awww, but Megsy, you come here so you are part of the group of heroes *hugs*. A party never ends too late, so grab a slice of cake, pop an elephant wine charm around your glass and cheers!