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Wednesday:
Successfully performed A Proper Work Out again (shoulder not fucked, not exhausted enough to be defeated) fueled by the grim sachet of carbs. Now do not want to do another one because it is cold and I don't like the carb sachet.
Invigorated by Intense Bake Off Emotions I elected to make a pumpkin spice latte cake for Susanne's belated birthday dinner by Following An Actual Recipe. This didn't go entirely well; it took longer to bake than it should have because our oven is dogshite and it kind of collapsed in the middle for reasons unknown but probably related to the failure to Truly Incinerate It. The cream cheese icing went well though. Eventually I just gave up on trying to transport it in one piece, cut it into sections, put them in a tin, iced it inside the tin, then ate the leftover sections. A good cake taste wise but what Mary Berry would almost certainly dub "informal".
voici le gâteau
This being about as stressful and time-consuming as baking for other people always is, I didn't have much chance to do the rest o' me list, but did go to the local cafe and shart out a bit of test writing under the watchful eye of That Dude Who Works There And Is Probably Deeply Sick Of My Face TBH (I did also have some cake of theirs too).
Dragged my entire household INCLUDING LINDSAY WHO ACTUALLY CAME OUT WITH US FOR ONCE INCREDIBLE to Susanne's much-belated birthday party (Lindsay, me, food, food, food). Obnoxious group selfies were taken, revolting jokes made, Bake Off obsessed over, Susanne surprised with a cake and a singalong; generally a good night. I successfully did not put booze in me so we'll call that a small personal victory.
Today I have mostly been assaulting matters that I can address from In Bed because it is freezing cold and has been raining all morning. I suppose I should get up now.
In about an hour there's going to be a massive blog post about plotting novels here, please enjoy.
Successfully performed A Proper Work Out again (shoulder not fucked, not exhausted enough to be defeated) fueled by the grim sachet of carbs. Now do not want to do another one because it is cold and I don't like the carb sachet.
Invigorated by Intense Bake Off Emotions I elected to make a pumpkin spice latte cake for Susanne's belated birthday dinner by Following An Actual Recipe. This didn't go entirely well; it took longer to bake than it should have because our oven is dogshite and it kind of collapsed in the middle for reasons unknown but probably related to the failure to Truly Incinerate It. The cream cheese icing went well though. Eventually I just gave up on trying to transport it in one piece, cut it into sections, put them in a tin, iced it inside the tin, then ate the leftover sections. A good cake taste wise but what Mary Berry would almost certainly dub "informal".
voici le gâteau
This being about as stressful and time-consuming as baking for other people always is, I didn't have much chance to do the rest o' me list, but did go to the local cafe and shart out a bit of test writing under the watchful eye of That Dude Who Works There And Is Probably Deeply Sick Of My Face TBH (I did also have some cake of theirs too).
Dragged my entire household INCLUDING LINDSAY WHO ACTUALLY CAME OUT WITH US FOR ONCE INCREDIBLE to Susanne's much-belated birthday party (Lindsay, me, food, food, food). Obnoxious group selfies were taken, revolting jokes made, Bake Off obsessed over, Susanne surprised with a cake and a singalong; generally a good night. I successfully did not put booze in me so we'll call that a small personal victory.
Today I have mostly been assaulting matters that I can address from In Bed because it is freezing cold and has been raining all morning. I suppose I should get up now.
In about an hour there's going to be a massive blog post about plotting novels here, please enjoy.