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This morning on my way to work I saw a truck that said 'cakes for connoisseurs' on the side. But it was in the ridiculously curly writing that is evidently associated with connoisseurs in the collective unconscious.

This meant that I read 'cakes for communism.'

Which would totally be a funky political movement.



Work is draining all capacity for creative thought. I'm tired all the time, and it's making me sulky, so I'm gonna make chocolate brownies.

It seems like a fair trade-off.

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I went to the shop and I went HOLY CRAP passport photos are expensive and I look like some sort of windswept tweed salesperson but NEVER MIND and I bought ingredients and dinner and then I came back and added things together until it looked vaguely the right sort of consistency and bunged it in the oven and am currently in the 'hope' part of the recipe.

THIS IS A TOTALLY VALID FORM OF BAKING.



Shut up.

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Okay, yes, more cake than brownie.

But I SO WIN.

Ha.