adventures in cupcakes
A little while ago my mother gave me a copy of David Herbert's baking cookbook, which she has come to regret and be happy about in equal measure, because I have been merrily increasing my family's risk of diabetes ever since. Butter, sugar and flour have been appearing weekly on the shopping list. It's great! I am annotating the book with ticks, crosses and comments. I now have two failsafe biscuit recipes up my sleeve (German spice, and chocolate crackle), have fallen deeply in love with a chewy gingerbread slice, and have made cheesecake for the first time. I have bought a piping bag and two new baking tins. I am starting to seriously consider my need for a ludicrously expensive KitchenAid mixer in a fun colour.
My mother: Are you blogging this cookbook? Like that Julie woman?
Me: Don't go giving me ideas.
Anyway. Baking and reading: my life outside work. I would add 'writing' but that's been difficult recently. Although I am proud to announce that ALMOST A YEAR AFTER STARTING IT,
littledust and I are inches away from completing our X-Men AU of wonder, and moving on to the editing stage. And by 'Kelsey and I', I mean 'me', because I'm the one banging my head against the last chapter while she blithely churns out tens of thousands of words of Glee fic.
My self-indulgent fic about Natasha Romanoff has picked up speed in the meantime, though, so that's something.
My mother: Are you blogging this cookbook? Like that Julie woman?
Me: Don't go giving me ideas.
Anyway. Baking and reading: my life outside work. I would add 'writing' but that's been difficult recently. Although I am proud to announce that ALMOST A YEAR AFTER STARTING IT,
My self-indulgent fic about Natasha Romanoff has picked up speed in the meantime, though, so that's something.
