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.
This Thursday is Trevor’s and my 5th wedding anniversary!
And since we got married on our 4th dating anniversary, it will mean we’ve been together for 9 years!
Oh my jeebies.
Thanks for bearing with me last week. Please know that I love you all for sticking with me through a random non-baking update and being kind about it! Also, glad to hear from others who occasionally try to be crafty as well. I will post pics of the final product of my furious amounts of crocheting soon. I would have put it in this update but I don’t have any good pictures of it yet and I would hate to delay a food update again due to the scarf.
In the meantime, let’s get back to business.
Oreos out of the oven instead of the packet. It exists and I baked some.
I had a hankering for scones.
The problem with scones is how clearly designated they are to breakfast.. and maybe tea time. I often choose to smudge the meal lines, eating pancakes for dinner or cereal for dessert.. (mmm chocolate cheerios…) but something about the standard scone makes it so very breakfast for me. Perhaps it’s how “proper” a scone feels and its association with Britain. If you’re not eating it at breakfast, there better be a teacup in your other hand, or somewhere out there the Queen would just know, a frown slowly drifting across her face.
Perhaps I’m being a little theatrical here, but just to be safe, what if you could do something to change this view? Jazzed it up some so it would already be a little more laid back and little less proper by the time you got to it. Something that said, nuh uh, no tea drinking with me, you need milk. Maybe even some black coffee. Or tea if you really want to… y’know, whatever, s’cool. What could possibly give it this laid back attitude?