Chapter 69 - My Word You People Are Pigs!

Let's just wipe ...off...this..muck....! Oh my Goodness, there's a child under this!

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After two solid days of baking Katrina ran out of counter space for her creations and was left with the problem of what to do with everything.

Her original plan was to just put it all in the fridge and let the family (or nature) take it's course but in the end she settled upon a much grander gesture.

A party.

She invited everyone we knew and told them to wear baggy trousers.

The guests duely arrived and were so overwhelmed by the scale of the cake based fallout in our kitchen that they completely failed to eat anything.

Katrina had to chase them around with trays of cookies and continually call them to try her baps and munch her muffins.

After their initial shyness the sugar rush kicked in and soon everyone was scoffing down sweet treats with gay abandon and there were many compliments about her skills in mixing, baking and icing flourishes.  I didn't fail to notice that Katrina never once mentioned the CupCake 2.0.

The party was a huge success and we were just beginning to consider throwing these people out on thier ear when some guy in a hat said that people would pay to eat these cakes.

A couple of other people agreed and soon the talk had turned to how this could become a reality.  A member of the group mentioned that there was an old resturant for sale just over the road from our house (how we had never seen this before i'll never know) and that Katrina should buy it and do it up.

I wasn't sure about this but Katrina appeared mesmerised by the idea and quickly started asking people exactly what they would want from the resturant.

Pretty soon she had something that resembled a business plan and a purposeful glint in her eye.  I think I see a large chunk of our funds disappearing into this venture..

..will this family ever make a million!

Chapter 68 - Oh You're Baking! That's Grea..t... What the!!?

In on a tray.... Out on a plate... Damn I'm Good!

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Katrina works in the Cuisine Industry and as a result is always cooking up a storm in the kitchen.  However, her latest thing is baking.  She is all about mixing, rising, dusting and frosting.  But after making batch after batch of box mix brownies and breadsticks she was feeling superbly underwhelmed by the limits of her oven.  

So, in what I hope was a moment of madness, she bought perhaps the most elaborate and over the top contraption for making cupcakes I have ever seen!  I mean come on!  What ever happened to those little light bulb ovens?  We had to literally remodel the kitchen and remove a bathroom to fit this thing in.

That being said we did recoup some of the money for the thing as the contractors actually gave us money for the walls!  That's right the walls, they took 'em out whole and shipped them off, like some flat pack home.

But Katrina is more than happy with our new addition, so please say 'Hello' to the newest member of the household - the CupCake 2.0.
 

That's right box mix brownies!  Tremble at my Cupcake Maker!

The cupcake maker is now Katrina's pride and joy and after reading through a manual the size of a small dog she figured it out and made a very satisfactory plate of vanilla cupcakes.  She spent most of the first day tweaking and twiddling and, ultimately cleaning, the machine and now appears to have a good grasp of the basics.

However, it seems that making baked goodies is the only thing on her mind, our house is literally flooded with the things.  She has said that she will not stop until she has made, and perfected, every recipe in the manual and then, she announced, thinks that she could make some of her own recipes herself.  Oh, Lord.

I see counter space! Fire up the ol' CC2 Machine!

I fear that the house may not be able to withstand much more of the baked goods and it seems that some members of the household are suffering more than others as a result of Katrina's new hobby.

The smell!  It's.... it's..... ME!!!!!!

Christmas Aspiration Attempt - Blog Post Ten

I find on the computer a recipe for creating a life extending drink.  It is simple to follow.  I believe that I can do it with the few ingredients I have at my disposal.

I set about my task and I am happy that after only a small number of tried I have created what I believe to be the right blend.

One drink of this and I will have the time to finish my quest.  I am growing old and the extra days this will give me will be enough.

But as I lift the glass to my lips, the walls leaning in to watch the results, I find that I am doubtful.  I look around at my four walls.  Choosing to remain in this prison longer than required, have I truly gone mad?  But to fail to complete my task is an admission that I have wasted my life on a venture that was pointless.

Others have attempted this challenge and they have not resorted to extensions.  They have succeeded and failed through their own merits.  No other.  I should do the same.

I lay the drink aside.  But yet, I cannot bring myself to throw it away completely.  It remains motionless on the counter as I continue my daily life.  

But it's noiseless questioning is deafening in the silence of my room.

But no, I have chosen to do this the right way.

The real way.

I am ready for this.

Although, now that the time approaches I find myself wishing for these four walls for just a little longer.  What is here is familiar and warm.  The place I see now is dark and unknown.   

Perhaps it will be glorious.

Perhaps I have made a mistake.