Okay, perhaps I’ve earned the reputation of being Miss Corny.
“…”
M looks at me.
“That’s strange, I expected you to say something really corny in response to that,” says she.
“Corn is good for you,” I quipped.
“See, I knew it.”
“It has lots of fiber and helps you poop better.”
M slaps head.
“Oh dear,” she sighs.
My dear, you asked for it. :P
My cousin’s little bundle of joy (a.k.a my second nephew) turned one last Saturday. He’s turning to be quite the charmer - with really captivating eyes. Oh, and I got to see my other cousin’s four-month old kiddo as well.
I love them, because they are just so silent. They’d just sit there and stare at me, occasionally breaking into a smile. Bring a crying or tantrum-y baby within fifty metres of me and I swear I’ll whack you with a wooden spoon. And yes, I know I have no maternal instinct.
I’ve three nephews now. It’s a baby boom in my extended family. And yes - the photos.
A potluck is not a potluck without disaster cupcakes.Potluck gathering this evening!
Pretty smooth apart from the fact that two people pulled out at the very last minute, and that the two batches of cupcakes I baked today were utterly el’ disgusto.
Which was very odd, I feel.
Ever since my very first attempt, I’ve baked three more batches of cupcakes on separate occasions, each progressively better than the last. But on a major day like this when I am baking en masse for a group of people, I have to get all the measurements wrong - resulting in screwed up cupcakes.
No photos, because they looked gruesome.
The cupcakes rose very nicely in the oven. But once placed on the cooking rack, all of them, and I really mean ALL of them collapsed like deflated balloons.
The resulting shape was just … flat.
Conversation with CY when he saw them cupcakes:
“You didn’t bake cupcakes! You made cookies!” Said he.“No, they WERE supposed to be cupcakes. But I have no idea why they decided to collapse on me this time round,” me whines. (In a semi- panicky state.)
“Cookies,” he simply affirmed.
“Cookies aren’t quite as thick. Plus, they are not as soft as cupcakes,” I retorted.
“Okay - then you baked triple-layered lao hong (soggy) cookies.”
Thank goodness for my chocolate fondue maker, which I contributed to the potluck. Otherwise, I’ll have nothing to contribute apart from my disaster batch of cookies … err cupcakes.
CY made chicken cordon bleu - which he came over to my place to prepare with a white wine sauce that smelled heavenly.
Just got to admire a guy who can cook. So far, almost every single member of the male species I know are terribly undomesticated. Hahahaha.
In addition to the chicken cordon bleu, he was supposed to prepare mashed potatoes as well. But after hearing that Steffe dearest hadn’t prepared anything for the potluck, we decided to simply boil the potatoes, bring it over to her place (where the potluck was held) and make HER mash it.
The highlights of the potluck were CY’s dish, and the fondue.
Cupcakes were untouched, and I ended up flinging everything into the bin because they weren’t worthy enough to be eaten by anyone. (I don’t want anyone’s stomaches to suffer because of my baking experiments gone bad, thankyouverymuch.)
Meanwhile, I wouldn’t be baking any cupcakes for a while.
Traumatized. GRAR.
Arrived home from my aunt’s Christmas Eve gathering at her place just a couple of hours ago.
Good food, (my aunt’s cooking is amazing) and great company. Although having my little nephew squeal the house down each time he wants the PSP set doesn’t quite count as part of the ‘great company’.
I was disappointed with the ice-cream log cake though. It had almonds in them. :(
My aunt claims to have forgotten about my nut allergy when she bought the cake. So I simply had to sit aside and watch while the rest of my relatives devoured the log cake (which looked extremely tasty).
And as an ice-cream fanatic, I can’t stand watching people munch on ice cream without me. So, I grabbed a packet of prawn crackers and nearly devoured the whole thing.
Again, I suspect that this is an elaborate plan to keep me off the ice-cream, considering how my excessive ice-cream intake is no secret by now.
Imagine this, I have had three cups of ice cream for the whole of today - or yesterday rather, since it is past midnight now. Two in the afternoon, and one just now to compensate for having to lose out on the cake. (I am always seeking out new excuses for ice cream.)
Ah well, at least I’ve had my fill.
Merry Christmas, everyone.
There’s a huge ring mistletoe handing at my front door now. No Christmas tree this year, however. The previous (rather large) tree had been thrown out last month since there was no way it could fit into our new house.
Still, Merry Christmas anyway. Haha.
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Oh, can’t forget to mention this. En route home just now, we were honked and glared at by a rogue taxi driver for accidentally cutting into his lane. (Not to mention the fact that he was speeding at a lane where he was not supposed to be speeding.)
What a way to spread the Christmas cheer.