Apologies that we’ve fallen into a habit of only posting once every seven days over here.
I had planned on getting this recipe up for you on Friday. And then on Saturday. Obviously, I didn’t succeed.
Wanna know why?
I’m currently suffering from a severe case of The Tomorrows.
This post was thiiiiis close to being another edition of “let me tell you all the crazy things that can happen to the brain.”
I have decided not to subject you to this, and for that, you’re welcome.
Instead, let’s talk about the great and honorable intentions I have for spring break.
I always approach breaks from school with faaaar too much ambition. There is usually a huge gap between what I dream I will accomplish, and what I actually end up doing. My rough goals for spring break look like this: Continue reading
When you’re a baker, you want to make birthday cakes for everyone.
Seriously. If I could live my life in layer cakes, I would.
Apparently, when you’re a baker, you also assume everyone else has basic baking essentials to make this happen.
As I learned this weekend, they don’t. Seriously.
Oh. So one time, I made scones a full WEEK before Valentine’s day so that I could post them in time for you to make the perfect breakfast for your love!!! They were even semi heart-shaped, and full of red jam, and I planned them out for at LEAST 4 days. I was so on top of my game. Continue reading
Blogger’s block.
It’s a thing.
I’ve been sitting on this cake for two weeks because I can’t think of anything interesting to tell y’all. I mean, the cake is interesting. Obviously. But I also operate under the delusion that y’all come here to read about Hannah’s and my crazy tics and embarrassing stories too.
And I can’t think of one for you!!
Well. We’ve been at this thing for 2 years now, and neither of us have diabetuhs. So…major accomplishment, I believe.
But no really! 2 years! When I was 2 years old, the internet wasn’t even a THING, and now look. We can come on here and let the whole wide world of web know all the super important, sophisticated, grown-up things that go on in our brains. I don’t even know what the internet would be like without us. Continue reading
Today is my 25th birthday. It feels very weird to actually be 25.
Like, when I was younger, I had a lot of ideas about what it meant to be a 25-year-old. Things that all people accomplish by the time they’re 25. More specifically, all the things I would have accomplished by the time I was 25. And approximately two of them have happened. Give or take.
So here’s my actual first quarter-century by the numbers.
