my bread won't sing, or i am a virus

but it looks lovely.

when you take your artisan bread out of the oven it may sing or crackle, but mine is stoically silent.

maybe because it is whipped out by the croc glove. see him? evil.

we love baking bread, but mixing it everyday gets less fun. so now we premix the dough and it's been yummy and via this magic book, have learnt about oven timers and baking stones and steam.

steam? yes. at least the water on 'broiler tray' action gives me some noise.

unrelated matter, anyone else get sick from their flu vaccine? meh!

scrap happy!

Look at this lovely most lovely bundle I got in the mail!



a sweetiepie accordian notebook, crafty cards that the handmade paper is soo tactile and look at those matching scraps. yes, she is a clever clogs.

along with a groovy mix cd of 20 tracks including some new fun ones for me and some favourites, wine song - yeah!

THANK YOU KATE!

The swapapalooza (you can sing that to the tune of bee bop a lula if you change the accents a little.) was a resounding success. well done georgielove you are particularly rad.

power ranga

it's fun. google luckily/unfortunately and your name.

Luckily, Bridie isn't allergic to peanuts.
Luckily, Bridie managed to stop that transaction.
Luckily, Bridie has done the potatoes...


Unfortunately Bridie is the only one that is still alive. (ooh!)
Unfortunately bridie away so dossin in da office.

and my most favourite:

Unfortunately, Bridie (more commonly known as retarded magpie, Swansea or power ranga) didn't go.

fizzy bubbly

look at its loveliness! it worked out a total treat. there is just a light fizz and plenty of sweet gingery taste.

i used pip's nostalgic recipe and fed the little thing for two weeks while flatmates watched on in amusement.

I don't recommend reusing listerine bottles, turns out you can never really get rid of the taste of that stuff. luckily that was only one. the rest are scrummy. little bit of lime, little bit of gin. mmmm. next time, earlier in summer. or actually in summer.

we have a milkman!

we do! old school values or the convenience of modern life? awesome nonetheless. nevertheless. notwithstanding.

[s]he comes early every wednesday and drops us off 2 litres of skinny milk for me and the fiend and 2 litres of fat milk for my flatmate.

not as lovely as the milk bottles with silver foil tops that my nanna used to get and then keep the tops and make them into pretend coins for us. but still quite lovely.