Weekend Frig: Yes, I am 12 Years Old
But you already knew that. This pic was taken by faithful and intrepid reader Gary, also known as my father-in-law. Because he is also 12 years old, or possibly younger, so point the finger at him if it brings on an attack of the vapors. Yes, I know people in other English-speaking countries have different ...
Waterloo du patisserie, deuxieme
I know what you’re thinking; “That blurry macaron in the foreground looks almost kinda normal! Well done!” Nice and smooth, frilly bottom, filled with chocolaty goodness. Don’t be fooled. The reality is the developmentally-disabled, broken, battered thing that’s in focus. Yes, that’s right: even when it looks as if I’ve succeeded, I fail. My oven ...
Waterloo du patisserie, le premiere part.
It’s so nice to officially be on vacation, to be able to stay up late, sitting by the twinkly Christmas tree, taking the time to reflect on a day spent puttering in the kitchen with Christmas baking – I cozied up with the KitchenAid, sifted and whipped and piped, sang along to the best version ...
Cheap Ass Monday: Cuddle up with a big bowl of Cheerios
The end. Sometimes life just gets in the way, y’know. Fucking life. But tomorrow, macarons.
I didn’t have a single drink, ocifer.
Sometimes Smackdowns don’t work out as well as I’d like and that’s okay, I love them all just the same. Well, except for this one. Oh, and this one; this one was just the nastiest one of the year and I repudiate it completely. But all the other ones, I love just the same. Especially ...