Busy as a Cat Burying Shit.
These are some big ass cats.
But Aunty Oy will pamper those little bastards with treats, brushies and of course the privilege of sleeping in my bed and watching Top Chef tonight. And maybe sampling some of the pizza I plan on ordering later to celebrate their arrival.
I did an obscene thing today. My laziness knows no bounds. I popped a chocolate mayo cake into the oven and five minutes later realized I'd forgotten the sugar. I do this more times than I'd like to admit when I make this cake. I think it's because it's a one bowl recipe and I stop thinking and just throw whatever ingredients I remember into the bowl, stir the sucker up and throw it in the oven.
I pulled the cakes out, poured the batter back into the bowl, stirred in the sugar and put the batter back in the same pans and put it back in the oven.
It worked. I lost a little height, but damn it worked! Now if I ever caught one of my bakers pulling a stunt like that...
Inspired by this, I wrote an article on Aussie and Kiwi desserts. Whenever I write these types of articles I usually end with a few sentences of local slang encouraging my readers to give the recipes a try. Aussie slang is some of the funniest I've ever heard. Garbologist, bush oyster, freckle, goog, mystery bag...
I think the number of slang words they have for 'drunk' and 'anus' might beat the Brits'.