Inspired by my father‘s similar actions, I’ve decided to consolidate the posts from an old blog into this one. That blog was called “The Missed Adventures of Loco” and was in play from 2007-2010.
Today, I’d like to write about people, and more specifically, what people are to other people. And I’d like to tell you that I’ll finish on a positive note.
Today is an important day for me. Not a happy day, but an important one. It’s the day that I remember why I became who I am today. It is a commemoration of my origin story.
Let’s say I was accused by a straw man of making an unsound decision based on information he has. I am then labelled an idiot, or a stupid, in his mind. I have not taken all of the facts into…
Alas, the post is stuck. This one has been written in the WordPress inbuilt writing tool. What you see is in fact what you get. But it is not.
The previous cookies were too dry, so I elected to attempt to master the art of cookie-ing. Recipe after the break.
I had arrived at last to my first aim, a loaf of bread. The process was more or less straight forward, although I was concerned numerous times that the dough wasn’t forming correctly. Overall, though, I was pleased.
At the request of the recipient of half of my first brownies, I intended to work my way up to a full gingerbread house. The first step on the way, I thought, was Gingerbread.
In an attempt to make a custard tart like the ones sold in supermarkets and bakeries, I made something visually more akin to a pizza, then used up the half a butternut pumpkin in a pumpkin loaf.
A friend was visiting from Melbourne, so I attempted to entertain her with my baking. My baking-related discoveries were three-fold. Sweet Carrot Pie is delectable, Chocolate Fudge is practically made of icing sugar, and “Pulled Taffy” is impossible.