Wanted: One extraordinarily rich, generous older man to exchange wordly possessions for cupcakes from blonde, slightly chubby female. Blow jobs not included.
It seems I truly do have a talent - I can make cupcakes.
Not just any cupcakes, the BEST cupcakes in the southern hemisphere, possibly the world.
You see, my return to blogging coincides with my current baking binge. I would prefer to have a slightly healthier obsession, as weight gain is top on my list of 'things that make me want to jump off a cliff'.
So for tonight the baking goods menu for the Dixon household consists of:
Malteaser fudge slice
Anzac biscuits
Cupcakes with mixed chocolate toppings (Crunchie, MnMs, Milo and Malteasers)
It does look like I am sucking up, but this is not correct for two main reasons:
1) I could never compare anything I make to Gav's dad's cooking. He is far too culinary gifted. He once laughed at me attempting to peel potatoes.
2) It's Brad's and Taylor's birthday presents because I am in far too much debt and can't actually afford anything materialistic. Therefore cup cakes will have to suffice.
My baking expertise had led me to question whethere I should auction myself off on Ebay. I could stock up childrens parties, please the Nannas' at afternoon tea, prepare munchies for hungry party-goers or contribute to a family's picnic needs. The way I see it, I'd be a great resource.
The bidding shall start at the current amount in my savings account.
Zip.
Oh, and for your viewing pleasure (drooling at the keyboard is not recommended):
6 comments:
I would like to vouch for Bri's cupcaking abilities; I have seriously been hanging out for these cupcakes ever since she said she was making them for me.
The challenge will be to eat them all in one go. I have the will!
Briony, I'm delighted you've found your position in life. A housewife cooking food for others.
Everything has a way of working out, doesn't it?
Hehehe.
Cupcakes does not = housewife.
Besides, I'm far too good in the sack to be a dullard housewife.
Stepford wife, maybe...
"Besides, I'm far too good in the sack to be a dullard housewife."
And if you've ever used the phrase "i have to drop off [insert name] at [insert class/educational institution]", then you're a housewife.
Wow, a classy housewife at that.
I'm all out of cupcakes. :(
I think it works out to six or seven each day. Mmmm healthy...
I can't wait til I get more for my next birthday. :D
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