Daily Prompt – Shaken and Stirred

What’s the most elaborate, complicated meal you’ve ever cooked? Was it a triumph for the ages, or a colossal fiasco? Give us the behind-the-scenes story (pictures are welcome, of course).

Hmm, thus is kinda tough, because I’ve challenged myself to a few different cooking challenges.
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Daily Prompt – Hand-Me-Downs

Clothes and toys, recipes and jokes, advice and prejudice: we all have to handle all sorts of hand-me-downs every day. Tell us about some of the meaningful hand-me-downs in your life.

I’ve experienced hand-me-downs all my life from clothing to recipes to advice, I’ve had it all, from different people in different facets, and it’s quite hard to pinpoint a few. Continue reading

Daily Prompt: Express Yourself!

Do you love to dance, sing, write, sculpt, paint, or debate? What’s your favorite way to express yourself, creatively?

Well, in case you’ve not familiarised yourself with my blog already, then you’d know that I’m all about dancing… dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing. Everything is dancing.

However… now… in order for me to answer this, I’d have to say that it’s changed to cooking (well, baking) and writing. I’m trying (read: struggling) to keep up with my daily blogging habits, however the last few weeks has seen a significant increase in activities and work, meaning no time for blogging… and rather than just throw my hands up and say it’s all too much for a white woman, I’m determined to dig myself out of this hole and answer ALL the prompts and get myself back up to date. It might take some time, but dammit, I’m going to do it!!

I love the process of baking. Given that I have quite a sweet-tooth, I find quite a lot of pleasure in baking anything and everything – 98% of the time it’s some kind of cake, and for me, the pleasure is two-fold: the joy of tasting the cake batter (I can’t explain how much I love eating cake batter!) but also the satisfaction of seeing the completed product once it’s been iced, or cooled etc. Most of what I bake is for other people – birthdays, special morning teas at work, but I always take pride in what I make, and I always make sure that what I make looks impressive. There’s something quite satisfying about making a multi-layered cake, smothering it with ganache or frosting, smoothing it out using a hot palette knife for a flawless finish, then taking it to work and seeing all your co-workers standing around marvelling at this towering delight with the constant sound of ooohhhs and aaahhhhhs during a (deliberately) slow unveiling. It’s always impressive, but when it’s finished well, it’s even more impressive.

It also helps if the taste is fantastic as well. It’s so bitterly disappointing to receive a slice of a cake that looks incredible, but tastes quite horrid, or bland. Ugh. Hence why I like to keep tasting the batter as I’m mixing (and when I’m slicing off the uneven cake tops to make ‘chefs treats’!).

Also, as I mentioned earlier, I am really enjoying writing. I do have larger plans to actually do something more grand with my writing, but that will require a significant amount of time, effort and patience… and planning, but I also acknowledge that there’s a significant amount of work that I want to achieve even before I think about starting a creative venture of such magnitude… for now, I’m writing my blog, and that’s more than enough for me right now. This is allowing me to just get words out of my head and onto a screen… but it’ll take a lot more practise before I can even consider writing a first draft of a novel. As far as I’m concerned, that’s a long way off… but something that I want to achieve.


Daily Prompt: Those Dishes Won’t Do Themselves (Unfortunately)

What’s the household task you most dislike doing? Why do you think that is — is it the task itself, or something more?

Without a doubt, the thing I hate the most, is having to clean the damn shower / bath. It’s one of those tasks that I just keep putting off and putting off week after week until I can’t handle it anymore and I completely snap and go on a cleaning frenzy.

Oh god, how I wish it was simpler. In saying that, I wish that I either had a shower with one of those detachable arms so I could rinse down the shower walls easily without getting water everywhere; or alternatively, get a steam wand so I could do everything just using steam and not have to deal with gassing myself from the cleaning chemicals.

I think that I hate it so much is because it’s such a messy job to get it all clean. But it’s also because we let the bath get to such a state that it requires a lot of elbow grease to get the soap scum off. I’m sure by now you’re all imagining that my bath looks a little something like this:

I can assure you that it doesn’t, nor would I ever allow it to get to that state. The reality is, that you can’t really see how dirty it is, unless you look really closely… but I can see it, and it drives me crazy. Hulk has only ever cleaned it a couple of times, and lets just say he should stick to cooking. Cleaning something like the bath is most certainly not his forte. Bless him for getting in there and giving it a go, but I like things to actually end up being clean not… well, still dirty.

Needless to say, cleaning the bath is my job. There’s something quite satisfying about scrubbing the crap out of the bath to make it all bright and squeaky-clean before filling it up and actually having a bath.

It’s just the cleaning process that’s the worst. But it’s also due to the configuration of our shower / bath. It’s not a great set up, and in the end I have to strip off and get in the bath to scrub every square inch of porcelain and glass, so I end up covered in chemicals all over my feet, and then get completely drenched rinsing it all away because I have to stand there and manually move the shower head around. It’s time consuming, it’s exhausting and it’s just the worst!

However, the satisfaction once it’s all done and it’s so nice and clean again is great, and makes all the process worth it.


Daily Prompt: Moment of Clarity

Tell us about a time you’d been trying to solve a knotty problem — maybe it was an interpersonal problem, a life problem, a big ol’ problem — and you had a moment of clarity when the solution appeared to you, as though you were struck by lightning.

I remember when I was a teenager, I went through a puzzle phase. One in particular was a simple Rubiks Cube

And I remember for so many weeks I’d been at it for so long twisting and turning and getting so close to solving it, only to end up throwing it across the room in sheer frustration or smashing it on the floor in a rage.

It had been driving me crazy. I was obsessed with it. I had even started dreaming about it.

Anyway, this one day I was sitting at my desk studying or doing homework and I decided to take a break and there it was staring at me; taunting me. I sat there staring at it for what felt like ages, maybe ten or so minutes, and just out of curiosity I walked over to it, picked it up and studied each and every side, over and over.

I kept rolling it around in my hand trying to visualise each and every move in my mind and then suddenly started twisting it… it took a couple of attempts and a lot of back-tracking my moves, but about 20minutes later I stood there completely amazed with myself. I’d done it. I’d solved a Rubik’s Cube. I don’t know how, nor have I ever been able to do it again… I think it was a complete fluke; sheer luck that I managed to get it – and as I was home alone, there was nobody to share my achievement with. I kept it solved and sitting on the windowsill and couldn’t help but smile every time I saw it.

One day after having some friends over, I glanced across the room and saw the Cube.

Somebody had played with it. It was all mixed up again. I was devastated. I couldn’t handle the torment all over again, so I threw it out. And just like that, it was all over.


Dec 17: Satisfaction or Antici…..pation.

Do you give people more than what they ask for, or do you leave them wanting more?

Well, where shall we start with this one?

I think this needs to be put into context. Are we talking about this in general? Professionally? Sexually?

Well, I think for me personally, there’s something satisfying about giving people what they want. For example, in a professional capacity, it’s always great for me to not only give co-workers work or information that they’re asking for, but sometimes I’m proactive enough to actually do certain things before they even ask for it, that way, when they do ask for it, I can just give it to them straight away.

I really enjoy it when they start this big speech about some detailed task and whilst they’re mid-sentence, I just hand it over and then they just stop talking and get this look on their face as if to say HOW DID YOU KNOW WHAT I WAS GOING TO SAY?? GET OUT OF MY BRAIN!! hehehe.

I find it quite satisfying when I’m able to exceed any expectations that people may have about me. I really get a kick out of it. But at the same time, if I take on a task that even I think might be a bit too much for me, I enjoy the challenge, and then if I actually manage to pull it off, then I get this small wave of self-satisfaction and pride that I enjoy momentarily… before feeling too self indulgent and arrogant.

I think the above gif perfectly represents the exact reaction that I had when I made my very first elaborate multi-layer cake. It was incredible, and it tasted like absolute heaven.

I had never made something so elaborate before, and although it may not have been that neat, it still looked pretty damn impressive… and it weighed a tonne!! Well, not literally, but it was pretty damn heavy. In actual fact, by the time I had smothered it in frosting, it didn’t actually fit in the cake container. I’m just glad that it actually tasted incredible, otherwise it would have been so upsetting to spend so much time and money on such an effort only for it to be a complete waste of time.

Damn it, now I want cake. Probably not the best thing to be thinking about just before I go to the gym. *lol*

…thanks Frankie. God damn I love this movie. One of my all-time favourites. This was the movie that I fell in love with Tim Curry. I think I was 7. It was all downhill from there. *lol*