Lemon Squeezings
Work is stressful.
I say this as if it is a small thing. It is not. I have a boss I want to slap for being TOO non-confrontational and a co-worker that makes me wonder why she still has a job. Anywhere.
Add to that the rising idiocy in the country today, and you get one seething, pulsating, medium-sized ball of fuzzy rage. It's what is behind my current philosophy of grinding lemon juice, iron filings and booze bottle shards into the eye of the world when it decides to dick around and say "Here, have some lemons." Fuck lemonade! Fuck it in the ear!
This, people, is why I bake. A lot. You know how people bake with love? I bake with hate. And hate is TASTY. Hate is what makes me bake with bacon. Hate is what makes me put Jack Daniels in eggnog cupcakes and put extra lemon in the lemon ones. Hate is what made me go buy a 1/4 pound of cardomom pods and anise seeds AND a mortar and pestle that I have NO idea how I'm going to use yet, but, you know what? My anger at a world gone wrong will be DELICIOUS!
The only thing that would make it taste better is if I could collect the tears of a conservative, right-wing, religious nutjob (just after DADT is finally repealed and his lesbian daughter gets an abortion, naturally) to whip into a frosting. Something with caramel and cayenne pepper, maybe.
Mmmmm... yummy loathing...
I say this as if it is a small thing. It is not. I have a boss I want to slap for being TOO non-confrontational and a co-worker that makes me wonder why she still has a job. Anywhere.
Add to that the rising idiocy in the country today, and you get one seething, pulsating, medium-sized ball of fuzzy rage. It's what is behind my current philosophy of grinding lemon juice, iron filings and booze bottle shards into the eye of the world when it decides to dick around and say "Here, have some lemons." Fuck lemonade! Fuck it in the ear!
This, people, is why I bake. A lot. You know how people bake with love? I bake with hate. And hate is TASTY. Hate is what makes me bake with bacon. Hate is what makes me put Jack Daniels in eggnog cupcakes and put extra lemon in the lemon ones. Hate is what made me go buy a 1/4 pound of cardomom pods and anise seeds AND a mortar and pestle that I have NO idea how I'm going to use yet, but, you know what? My anger at a world gone wrong will be DELICIOUS!
The only thing that would make it taste better is if I could collect the tears of a conservative, right-wing, religious nutjob (just after DADT is finally repealed and his lesbian daughter gets an abortion, naturally) to whip into a frosting. Something with caramel and cayenne pepper, maybe.
Mmmmm... yummy loathing...