| Wednesday, October 06, 2004 |
| c is for |
I've decided to become the king of cookies, as although i fear the oven, it can't be that hard, can it? eggs, flour, sugar, mixing, added ingredients of your choice. pound it around, spread in dollopy goodness, bun in the oven (as they say), and there you go. bob, he is your uncle.
My oven will become home to hundreds of newly born warm and lovely biscuits over the coming months. many a crisp bisk will be revealed, soft-doughed snacks and hardened exteriors will emerge preciously to welcoming groups of mouths. the sweetness of cookie will float through my abode like the smell of baked friendship. acquaintances make their way up the stairs like bees winding towards nectar, carrying away crumbs as they pollenate city streets and sofas with biscuit love.
Or could it be that after 5 days on a quasi health-food kick, i mUsT HAvE tHe SUGARS!!! processed, glucose, syrupy, raw, cane, gelatin enhanced, instant e-number heaven, it's all good. GIVE IT TO MEEEEE!!!!
nng.. .. must .. .. resist .. .. argh. |
posted by pine-cones @ 17:35  |
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