After many torturous weeks within in which I have attempted to save money to buy Boyfriend a camera to replace the one I killed in Ecuador (See previous blog), He celebrated his 21st birthday and lo and behold was gifted a rather neat little red one. I can only assume the red makes it go faster.
Which brings me back to why I started blogging in the first place.
If anyone actually reads my blog they will know I was inspired by another blog and felt that it would be 'easy' and much more fun then studying to bitch, whinge and moan about the difficulties of being alive in a day and age when you can have a sook about anything and people HAVE to listen.
It had been so frustrating to not burn little baked goods and be unable to share my epic level abilities to master the most basic of recipes. But alas I may be moving very soon, fingers crossed, and will have to learn a whole new oven and anyone who has moved houses as much as I have knows that with great ovens come great responsibilities.
Namely the responsibility to not eat everything you bake and to actually *shudder* share with other people.
I figure one day I'll end up in a cardiac ward myself as a fat old lady who couldn't say no to a slice or cake but I'll be a happy fat, old lady. Perhaps I'll justify it by being an epic grandmotherly type who tries to fatten up everyone around me.
Happy Baking.
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