GTAV Widow

My husband is a wonderful man but like all wonderful men he has a vice. He isn't a gambler or alcoholic and I'm grateful for that. My husband's vice is PS3 and a very particular car game.

I'd consider myself a very tolerant person and even more supportive, during all the hype around the game I have been found doing other stuff- to give him alone time with the game, but it's starting to wear thin, so I turned to baking. It wasn't to try to get self satisfaction, or even to just know that the mix from the bowl before baking would make me feel better. It's to send a very particular message:

That's right. GTAV Sucks.

I loose the access to the telly, the living room and my husband.

As well as being tolerant and supportive it is apparent I'm also from passive aggressiva, and I shall be known as their queen.

As I said my husband is a wonderful man, he regularly buys me beautiful flowers, 

does the shopping without moaning when I work late, does DIY without being asked, makes me breakfast every morning and packs my lunch for work everyday - wonderful man! I wouldn't change him for anything. I would however, jump up and down on the copy of GTA that has taken up squatters rights in the TV with much pleasure.

Until I can get away with that without being divorced I will go eat my cakes, that coincidentally taste pretty darn good!

Every cloud...

It's the end of the academic year and so it's time to reflect on all things education. Part of making this time bearable - because we are northerners- includes a fuddle (not a state of confusion but a gathering of people and food) commonly referred to as a picnic but this is inside. It's a really nice way to end the year and start the summer. In order that this fuddle can be most effective there is a list drawn up with who will be bringing which delectable goodie. Yes fun has started to seep away already but I did say we are in education.

I consider myself a sociable person, I'm happy to divulge my goings on with my colleagues and regularly regale my tales of woe. So when the list went up you can imagine both my surprise and horror as I discovered I was bringing... Wait for it.... Cake. Flipping cake! 

We have established I can't bake. We have accepted this. I was really hopeful they might mean...

But I clarified and nope it was the edible kind they wanted- really not much point asking me! I asked if I could be in charge of decorations instead, put together a really nice patchwork table cloth or something but no, they weren't budging. I had to bring cake. I struggled with this for a while, I even went through the stages: denial- they have the wrong name on the list, nope that's not it, anger- do these people not listen to me at all?? depression- I just can't do it, bargaining (probably came first with the table cloth idea) until I finally arrived at acceptance. So after wrestling with my dilemma this is what was delivered for the fuddle:

Isn't it beautiful! It's an angel cake with icing and sprinkles. The icing isn't perfect but the cake - moist... Let me tell you fish couldn't put it into words! 

I was so satisfied with myself. Everyone was so impressed with my contribution. Even more impressed that I had put it in a box with all the ingredients on so anyone with allergies could make an informed decision. Even more impressed I had costed the cake should someone want to make it for themselves on a budget. And it blew their socks off that I had attached a barcode!

For those of you that haven't worked it out yet- it's shop bought. And I don't even feel bad. Everyone loved it. Which they wouldn't have done had I have try to bake. On the upside, if I continue to make these I will be a lot closer to growing that third boob I mentioned in an earlier post. Every cloud and all that...