Let Them Eat Cake: Chocolate Fudge Cake; The Daily Grind

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Chocolate Fudge Cake; The Daily Grind

Because I've been neglecting my poor little pink blogspot baby for too long, I now have a backlog of photos to post and a yawning hole in the part of my brain that retains restaurant and food information. Hari Raya, Brunei, my family, a global financial meltdown and a goose have been preoccupying me of late. Also since I sold Hermes the iPhone (I miss you intensely but sadly our very touching relationship--see what I did there?!--was just not meant to be) I've been dependent on other people's cameras, which makes picture taking both inconvenient and inconsistent.

Yes, yes, excuses are for wimps and the faint-hearted. But you know what's NOT for the faint-hearted (unsuccessful segue but hey YOU try it)? Giant slices of chocolate fudge cake.

I loveeee monster cakes that figuratively attempt to devour you at the same time that you are literally attempting devour them; I loveeee the challenge. Also please be mollified by this peace offering; I really am trying to update more.

I don't know how to put this, but I'm kind of a big deal.

The author of this blog is a 30 year old female who is extremely passionate (i.e. gets super worked up - either angrily or excitedly, depending on the topic) about books (especially beautiful fiction), feminism, crosswords, Jeopardy! (and basically all trivia in general), bags, makeup, maps, when Queen songs come on at karaoke, mille crepe cake, FRIED TEMPEH, libertarianism (she almost wishes she lived in New Hampshire so that she too could drive around with the state motto 'LIVE FREE OR DIE' emblazoned on her car's backside), beaches, oxford commas, the colour pink, and random lines from movies and television shows.

She is also extremely hyperbolic (though she prefers to call it artistic license, which in turn is just a euphemism for the unfortunate I-make-everything-dramatic syndrome), verbose (thus the generous use of brackets, which niftily contains each meandering, verbose thought in a little package of its own) and employs too many commas in her writing, creating sentences that keep going as long as the proverbial day. She does not make excuses for her verbosity, and never has, even to her many long-suffering schoolteachers who kept drawing red lines through her essays in desperate attempts to drum into her brain that no one really wants to read everything on which she waxes lyrical.

Obviously, these attempts were futile.

Let Them Eat Cake

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Chocolate Fudge Cake; The Daily Grind

I don't know how to put this, but I'm kind of a big deal.

Oh hey.

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