17/8/2017 0 Comments and even easier sconesSo my friend at work Tracey with an E told me I should put this up. the last post I did on here was for scones too. She probably thinks hers are better than mine. They quite possibly are. I was gonna test them out but I can't for the following reasons. 1. a 15 year old is meant to be cleaning up the kitchen post dinner. I reminded her, and got the response "I know, shut up" followed by "get out". It wasn't worth my while staying. She hates the food I make. Sometimes she opens the window and tips it out for the birds to eat without touching it. This isn't even a joke. Luckily I have a good self image and a thick skin. And Chook Chook the chicken to eat the food she dumps outside. (addendum: "don't even. You nag. It's annoying") 2. I can't be fucked cooking, and Tracey is totally trustworthy so they'll be sweet as. Tracey got a kitten off me too, so she's extra cool. My kittens are the best ever. not mine actually the cat birthed them. Justin made them for a shared lunch we went to. I was actually quite surprised someone takes this blog seriously, god knows I don't (but does he, if I'm an athetist?). Anyway he put them in muffin tins. I ate heaps of them, and he suggest that I photograph them, so I did. Here is her recipe
I recon you could make these with bits of tomato (remove the seeds) and capsisum and ham and make them a savoury meal for lunches. They'd be yum as. I never take my lunch though. Today I found some bliss balls in my drawer to eat. They're a bit shit aren't they. Chocolate Freddos are way nicer (I'd finished them already) Thanks Tracey with an E you're the best x ps that's just an e in her name, not E for ecstasy, M motherfucker motherfucker, F from us to you. go the 90s
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