2 outta three

ain't bad, except when it's two outta 3 that you got wrong... like those verses in that song... or like the things i baked on the long weekend
you'd think it'd be perfect. three lazy days, no plans, gorgeous sunny days with cold wet nights, a house full of flour butter eggs and sugar... my jaffa cupcakes tasted strongly of neither chocolate or orange, the chocolate icing tasted too sweet and looked like a little pile of perfectly crafted dog shit. and they were sticky. like stick to the roof of your mouth kinda sticky.
then there was the pear slice that i tried for the second time. they started out so well, the butter rubbed into the chocolate cake mix beautifully then it pressed into the pan to form a perfectly flat surface, then i forgot to half bake it b4 i added the topping... also i either have a pan that is really to large, so the mix doesn't quite make the edges, or i have a pan that is really too small and the slice ends up to thick and throws the ratios out.
so that was my two sucky attempts. i did however, manage to put on a really good indoor picnic for the signing crew who all came around to rehearse. there was 11 of us, and they were all more than thrilled with the food.
i think i got some great photo's of bunny rabbits and orange trees, but i have yet to look at them on a big screen.

that is all.