After our lunch I started making a cake for a friend's birthday. It was the first (with the exception of coffeecake) cake I ever made from scratch. Golden cake. The icing, I admit, was store bought. I had this fantasy of being able to make very intricate and complicated icing designs ... but, as you can see, all I was really capable of was intricate messiness.
The boyfriend and I hosted this friend's birthday shin dig due to her own apartment's easily annoyed neighbors. I made up some of my macaroni and cheese (half with pesto, half without) and everybody had a grand ol' time.
The icing I used to write things with turned everyone's mouths a very potent blue color. It was funny. The end.
The boyfriend and I hosted this friend's birthday shin dig due to her own apartment's easily annoyed neighbors. I made up some of my macaroni and cheese (half with pesto, half without) and everybody had a grand ol' time.
The icing I used to write things with turned everyone's mouths a very potent blue color. It was funny. The end.
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