Last Friday was that time again.
March 14, aka 3/14 aka 3.14!
Like last year, I needed something more easily sharable than the standard deep dish pie, and for awhile, I considered Pie Pops, but I didn’t manage to get to the craft store to pick up lollipop sticks.
So I ditched the stick and just went with tiny pies.
Two things I have recently become obsessed with:
- Ever-so-lightly-pink lip glosses
- South Park: The Stick of Truth
The polar opposite nature of these two things are basically me in a nutshell.
I love my crass humour and my video games, but will still occasionally have to pause and coo at the shiny girly things.
I like to think of these brownies as an unapologetically disgusting yet hilarious sense of humour topped with an extra sparkly hit of Dolly gloss. Like me!
Let me explain.
The most stressful thing about baking for a blog is trying to make everything look pretty.
I mean, I always want the end product to look pretty, but I don’t want to have to worry about how the shine of the cherries look in the sunlight and how many crumbs are on my white plate.
Everything takes longer when you’re worried about what angle the whisk is sitting at in your bowl.
But I do it. I do it for your guys.
But sometimes, you can’t even get the final beauty shot.
Exhibit A, above.
Let’s see.. what’s going on with me lately.
I’m 8 episodes into Orange is the New Black… was Donna from That 70s Show always this hot? I think it’s the eyeliner. I love a good cateye.
I’m horribly addicted to threes. My top score is 24,921, which sounds impressive, but not if you hear how often I play.
I’m down 3 out of the 10 pounds I am aiming to lose… and would really rather be eating chocolate than the little bowl (and I do mean little. Prep bowl little) of blueberries next to me.
I love fruit, I do, but a girl needs her chocolate. Not that I’ve cut out chocolate (I would never), but if you’re trying to shed a lumpy tire, not every single baked good can be oozing with chocolate.
That’s how I gained back the 10 (now 7) I have on.
I don’t care what you’re doing, if you have ever loved red velvet in any of its cakey forms, MAKE THESE NOW.
What’s that? You’re a busy lady with no time for whoopie pies? HAH, there’s no such thing. Everyone has time for whoopie pies.
What’s that you say? You’re on a diet? You still need these. It’s okay, blame me, I’m used to being a terrible influence. Besides, I’m on a diet too.
Did you know this past Friday was Chinese New Year?
Now that I’m away from home, I don’t do as much for Chinese New Year as I did when I was younger and living with my parents, but there are a few traditions I still try to follow.
Eat noodles for long life!
Don’t clean the house… it washes away all the good fortune.
They’re all a bit superstitious, but they’re tradition! Plus, any tradition telling me not to clean the house is an easy one to keep.
I don’t like meringues. They’re chalky and they hurt my teeth.
And even the flavoured ones tend to taste like paper. Paper dipped in sugar syrup and left on a hot windowsill to harden.
But it’s not really a fair judgement as I’ve had a lot of supermarket meringues.
These… these are not supermarket meringues.