4/11/2024 0 Comments Mr jones graveyard shift![]() ![]() We just couldn’t wait for cake!Īnd then we turned to the topic that we always turn to at the end of an evening full of food and drinks: The Biggest Loser… and how amazing that show is… and how it requires a box of tissue… oh the pounds and the tears shed. I should have asked for leftovers to take home, but I was shy. Please also take note of the fact that I was finally able to decide on something to wear. Please take note of Asher’s tasteful v-neck shirt. Two: I’ve packed up the cake, but if I don’t set it next to equally important personal items, I will… no doubt, forget it as I run out the door. Now it’s time to hop into some cute clothes, pack up the cake and get off to a dinner party. I’m thinking of using it as an edible face mask in the future. I should mention that this chocolate glaze has sour cream in it. We have chocolate glaze to make while the cake bakes. My sister sent me a bit of relationship advice as well. Steve Harvey writes about intimacy and commitment!? Lord help us all.Īnd just like that… I’m never dating, ever EVER again.Īlso, what’s with the awkwardly placed hand Mr. Oh! Did I tell you? My Mom got me a book. Once I stopped myself from bathing in the cake batter I checked my mail. It was the consistency of hot chocolate made with heavy cream. I still haven’t gotten used to that part. The beginning of the best Bundt in the world.ĭishes seem to be a byproduct of any kitchen venture. Oh wait… I’m really going to need some coffee first.Ĭocoa powder and coffee. There’s a Chocolate Bundt to bake… and it’s not going to bake itself. You’re lookin’ mighty precious.īut seriously, it’s time to get down to business. The same can be said for most things in Los Angeles. The view at the top of the stairs is a combination of beauty and muck. It’s about 200 stairs in Echo Park that I climb a few times a week. These are the stairs that tame my cake lovin’ thighs. They’re called the Kick Joy the Baker Right in the Arse Stairs. I took the liberty of naming them after myself. Three: What you can’t see under my bed is the stack of cake pans I also have stored there.įour: When in need of nighttime reading, I can either reach for The Bible or The Pioneer Woman Cookbook. Two: I store sprinkles of various colors under my bed. It’s a view of my bedside and well, under my bed. It’s important and frankly, I can’t help myself. There’s email and blog comments and… Twitter, duh. Like it or not, the first thing I do in the morning is flip on my computer. The baker in me… the baker that used to have to wake up at 3:15am is disgusted with my current self. What an utterly obnoxious time to wake up. And that’s really why we’re all here, right?Ĩ:18am. The whole dang day! Well… it would be at least mildly entertaining, but more importantly… it would satisfy my need to over-share. What would it look like if I showed you a whole bunch of everything? The chocolate. I bake something every few days, take pictures of it, and post a handful of those pictures in this little wedge of the Internet. ![]()
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