2 posts tagged “baking”

The girls got to their positions at the hotdog stand half an hour early on Sunday. Of course, when we dropped them off they were fighting over who would carry what. Instead of one of them carrying the two bags with the small cupcakes and another taking the big box with the banana cake, both of them took a bag with J laughingly leaving her sister to take the box as well. Of course, with it being H, this did not go down well. She cursed, she shouted, she hissed and begrudgingly took the cake box out with her and upon catching up with her sister, dumped it, rather unceremoniously on the grass and stormed off. Ah, again, the joy of twins.

They were only due to be there for two hours and eventually came home seven and a half hours later, absolutely shattered and with sunburnt faces. They'd enjoyed some parts of the day but felt that as they'd stayed on for over five hours more than was required of them and helped take things back to the scout hut that maybe they could have been thanked a bit more. J was actually quite upset that when she pointed out that someone was mistakenly filling up my cake box with the cub's plastic cups that she felt as if they were accusing her of trying to gain a free box. When the cub's missing cup box was found she didn't get an apology and my children are really keen on things being balanced and she said so. That didn't go down too well. There were a few other things that upset them, but they felt the good parts were good experience and H's banana layer cake sold for £5.

Scaredee Pumpkin

I couldn't help myself. He sat there, looking smug and I knew I was going to get him for it. He couldn't run away. He was mine for the taking. I really couldn't help it. I whispered in his ear what I was going to do. He looked scared.

Psycho Moment

I showed him the knife I had chosen especially for the task. In my head, I could hear the dramatic slash music from Psycho. It was now or never.

The First Cut Is The Deepest

I plunged the knife into the side of his head and sliced down. His face smudged from the tears, but it was too late.

Split Asunder - The Job is Done

 His head split asunder, I gouged out his seeds and roasted them with a sprinkling of oil and some salt, whilst baking his flesh. I sat, nonchalantly, watching Forensic Files on the telly as I skinned him, before blitzing his remains in a blender. I made muffins and pies and ate him... he was delicious.