Apparently my newest obsession is baking, well I can't say newest cause I get into moments where I have baked a lot. But it wasn't until now that I have been wanting to get more creative with my baking and expand my skills. The males ( I say males and not guy cause it includes my brother) in my life are very happy about this. I have been constantly going through blogs and site looking for something that doesn't reach too far beyond my budget, yet it seems more and more that if I want to get creative I am going to have to buy more supplies that would normal not have a use. In addition I am already running out of flour and sugar as it is. I am thinking of adding another blog to keep track of all the recipes I have been collecting and take pictures of the ones that I make, as well as little tweaks that I make. Sounds good. I'm excited, I wish my school offered a course in baking.
The only problem is budget, I would love to just bake these and give them away but I can not afford that, and I surely can not eat all these myself.
Little wish-list to myself for Christmas
- A fun cookbook
- Butt load of cooking supplies i.e. nutmeg, vanilla, powdered sugar, flour, rolling pin.
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Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Top
Wrote another poem tell me how it is:
A top hits the table,
the forceful first spin sending it into a fearless frenzy
tip to wood gliding intimately against one another
yet after the initial pull
it finds fear in every second later
it may crash down hard against the once supportive table
perhaps to the ground, out of control and losing it all
Now every dizzy moment is spent
anticipating the end
bumping roughly against guiding hands
held up by the wooden table
threatened by the edges
hug onto those corners for dear life sweet spinning top
for any mistake could spell the end
A top hits the table,
the forceful first spin sending it into a fearless frenzy
tip to wood gliding intimately against one another
yet after the initial pull
it finds fear in every second later
it may crash down hard against the once supportive table
perhaps to the ground, out of control and losing it all
Now every dizzy moment is spent
anticipating the end
bumping roughly against guiding hands
held up by the wooden table
threatened by the edges
hug onto those corners for dear life sweet spinning top
for any mistake could spell the end
Red Handed
The other day, caught someone starring from across the room.
It's always weird when you're minding your own business and then all of a sudden you find yourself unconsciously turning around into the eyes of someone else. Especially when you are sitting right next to your boyfriend. Oh well.
It's always weird when you're minding your own business and then all of a sudden you find yourself unconsciously turning around into the eyes of someone else. Especially when you are sitting right next to your boyfriend. Oh well.
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