*Ring, ring* “Hello?” “How did you like that pair of titties for breakfast?” *Hearty laugh* You know the cupcakes I made last night? Well, after an overnight in the fridge, the dusting of powdered sugar has faded. So when I put a pair of cupcakes on Brandon’s desk before I left this morning, the creamy white, perfectly rounded top cupcakes with red dot in the middle, left behind by my piping in the raspberry preserve, suddenly look like a pair of boobs. Tits. Just a pair of perfect Valentine’s Day presents for a dude. But may be not for the...
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Not only a baker eats her own creation to test the quality, she also has to suffer the sugar rush that follows. Hence, it’s 11 p.m. I’m tired as hell. But I can’t go to sleep. What did I make? I intended to make these: But I didn’t factor in the fact that my heart shape cookie cutter was as big as the cupcake itself…so I couldn’t really cut the shape out without destroying the cake. Doh! So I ended up piping the raspberry preserve INTO the cupcakes then I dusted them with powdered sugar. They look like jelly donuts....
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Here’s a photo of my grandfather I found online while doing a little bit of research. He’s the one saluting. And next to that, the border marker that in 1940-1942 defined the line between Thailand and Combodia. The correlation? My grandfather, General Mangkorn Phromyothi, saluted the prime minister at the time, P. Phibunsongkram during the French-Thai war of 1940. Wikipedia has a version of the full story, but essentially my grandfather kicked some French ass and got a piece of Cambodia back to our side. Hence, the removal of the markers which one is at my home and the other...
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The weekend came. And went. Where the fuck did it go?!?!?! *sigh*...
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I caught up with NCIS, House, Lost, and Anthony Bourdain’s No Reservation. Oh indeed, I’m training for my Feb. 24 movie marathon. Folks say I’m crazy and that they could never watch movies that long, etc. But I can certainly pull this off. Heck, I used to just site at my dinner/lunch table with a book and either my nanny or mom had to remind me to take another bite. Or chew and swallow the previous bite. My coworkers can attest to the fact that I still do that at lunch once in a while at work, reading the papers...
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Girl friends. Better yet, girl friends and conversations over handfuls of Indian food. Brief conversation with best friend half the world away. The moment when Brandon falls asleep. That little shift in his breathing. Quiet night. Thick terry robe. Full belly. Money being raised for a cause. Talking to people about their shares in changing the world. New Weevils. Yep. That’d cap my Thursday....
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