me: eh, more strength in your arms leh, if my grandma was doing this the cookies would already have been eaten by my teethless grandpa. (actually i was resting. HEH)
cookie crumble dough.
baking left her as a shiver of a ghost, or more accurately, my lousy arse hp camera.
Plan A- meet at 1pm at hougang mall to buy stuff and then extort the use of my kitchen. But, plan A never works out and here's an exemplary example as to why. We forgot to take in consideration of Joboy and my inability to arise before the sun has spent more than 2 hours after noon. The one shortcoming of being on holiday.
So, we managed to exploit the usage of time so brilliantly that we only commenced baking at 540pm. Enervated from buying materials due to my kitchen being a baker's nightmare in terms of its scarcity in materials, the thought of not baking today crossed our wreary 8teen year old minds. However, it was the mockery of a particular flithteen year old (bro) that spurred us on and we sang 'We are survivors, We going to bake it!' as we entered our battlefield (kitchen). Our first batch of cookies allowed us to watch f.r.i.e.n.d.s (630pm) while we waited for for our dough to materialise into mouth-watering bits of sugar and choco delights.
Wenyan called and booked her share and the pressure to do well mounted. Then again, even if we do unwittingly happen to poison her, life will still carry on. har har har. My wife and kids were showing when the household increased with the appearance of Wenyan and Leo. The muffins were decidedly edible by then and the 8teens were wasted. Joboy seeked comfort in dota, Jogirl was badgered into doing Wy's homework and I fought with the startings of a migraine with the words of Plath.
Our cookies tasted good but we failed miserably in presentation skills. To comfort our wasted hearts, we told people we baked cookie crumble. The first batch of muffins had Leo needing to lie it was nice, not that he minded doing so, due to it being slightly underbaked. But the rest turned out to be muffins, just like we planned! woo. right.
Cleaning up was a bitch and dinner consisted of 3 muffins and a handful of cookie crumble for me. I now have two containers worth of cookies and muffins and i'm going to be off baking for some time now.
I set myself up for a gems and gym date at ChoaChuKang tomorrow, which is to my knowledge, 4 galaxies away. The clock now says 250am and it seems my body will be well-rested and ready by 745 am which is when blink182 starts screaming (alarm). It's going to be a great day. Lucky for me, I will have Danthewarhammerman as my keeping-awake pill whilst I travel on my spaceship tomorrow.
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