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Two cakes I've just made. They are double chocolate -- a chocolate sponge with dark chocolate frosting and a white chocolate decoration. I feel faintly sick just from being in their presense. The first fucker didn't rise (crap knows why); I'm currently crossing all my fingers and toes that the second one does (Update: IT HASN'T. WHAT. THE. FUCK. IT'S THE SAME RECIPE AS LAST BLOODY YEAR. >:/)
This is me, sprawled over the sofa, near death from exhaustion and being one cranky, unhappy bunny.
It's -10 degrees outside, and the frosting that I set out to chill on the balcony has, in fact, frozen. Which, for some bizarre reason, my knackered brain finds hilarious.
It's my sister's birthday tomorrow, hence the cakes. She loves this recipe so much that she's been having the same cake for three years straight now, despite my best efforts at plying her with a three-tiered vanilla cake with tiramisu ganache. (I'm itching for an excuse to try that one out.)
In some better/more successful news -- my Arthur/Eames exchange is finished and handed in at last! Now, if only that Boxing Day Sherlock/John fic will stop bloody wiggling and let me finish it, too, god damn it! D: I'm having trouble with the sex scene. The sex scene. The one thing I never have trouble with. I think it might have gotten a little personal (in a wish fulfilment sort of way) and I've lost my objectivity. I plan to do nothing but knuckle down and finish it tomorrow.
I still owe two more drabbles to
prettypriestess -- well. I say owe; it's more like I want to write this so much OMG what is this even.
I can't even get excited that England are ahead in The Ashes. I've had enough of today. Going to bed now. A more cheerful entry tomorrow (I hope).
This is me, sprawled over the sofa, near death from exhaustion and being one cranky, unhappy bunny.
It's -10 degrees outside, and the frosting that I set out to chill on the balcony has, in fact, frozen. Which, for some bizarre reason, my knackered brain finds hilarious.
It's my sister's birthday tomorrow, hence the cakes. She loves this recipe so much that she's been having the same cake for three years straight now, despite my best efforts at plying her with a three-tiered vanilla cake with tiramisu ganache. (I'm itching for an excuse to try that one out.)
In some better/more successful news -- my Arthur/Eames exchange is finished and handed in at last! Now, if only that Boxing Day Sherlock/John fic will stop bloody wiggling and let me finish it, too, god damn it! D: I'm having trouble with the sex scene. The sex scene. The one thing I never have trouble with. I think it might have gotten a little personal (in a wish fulfilment sort of way) and I've lost my objectivity. I plan to do nothing but knuckle down and finish it tomorrow.
I still owe two more drabbles to
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I can't even get excited that England are ahead in The Ashes. I've had enough of today. Going to bed now. A more cheerful entry tomorrow (I hope).
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Date: 2010-12-30 10:30 pm (UTC)"Knuckle down" was what my old English teacher/ housemistress used to say when I was having trouble finishing an assignment -- "Just knuckle down and write it up!" I neve thought about how weird that sounded until you pointed it out. :D
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Date: 2010-12-31 07:35 am (UTC)I completely appreciate the meaning of the term knuckle down. I too, never considered it anything sketch until you used it right then xDDDD. oh what lovely britishisms.
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Date: 2010-12-30 05:05 pm (UTC)Bb, at least you know how to bake a cake - last month, our fabulously gay french teach told us to write out instructions for making le gateau chocolat (insert sparkles here). I stared blankly at the page for an hour before deciding it's a cake, right? So it needs... eggs? And flour? I think? >_>;; le sigh.
Good luck with the smut scene - like Sarah says, this is a excellent sign. GIVE ME A SHOUT-OUT WHEN THAT Eames/Arthur AMAZINGNESS IS POSTED, OKAY? Okay. >8D
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Date: 2010-12-30 10:36 pm (UTC)That's what cooking books are for, bb. I got the one I use most often completely by chance -- it was for an assignment for the Production module on my Publishing course. We were supposed to find a book to write up the Production values for (the more weird-looking, the better). I found this in a discount bookshop, and immediately got it. It's called "Comfort Food" and has the MOST DELICIOUS RECIPES EVER. I cook from it all the time.
I know, I know, it IS a good sign. I'm trying not to be discouraged, because it IS making me think a lot more about how I write them -- this is something I learnt back when I was writing Advantage: Us for Sarah. I'll stop complaining about it now, I think, since it's more of a positive than a negative
soundthing. (Sorry, am a biiiiit drunk off red wine by now.)I'll let you know when the A/E story posts! <3
Also, your icon is STRANGELY APPROPRIATE. /nodnod