So I shouldn't attempt her baking recipes.
Although, the chocolate covered peppermint dominoes which were such a massive failure last year turned out ok, because this year I used a tiny cookie cutter instead and re-named them "roundy-scallopy-chocolate-peppermint-thingys". I've yet to attempt the "dip them in chocolate" stage however, so it could still go pear shaped. Maybe I'll just drizzle chocolate over them. It might be neater.
BUT...
The christmas cupcakes are a disaster... albiet a tasty one. There's a reason Nigella said to put the muffin cases IN a muffin tin instead of just sitting them on a tray.
I could do them over again, but it took 3 separate mixing bowls, plus a saucepan to get to the "now pour it into the muffin case" stage and quite frankly, I lost my patience and threw a wooden spoon at the wall. I should go and clean it up actually.
I think I may have to revert to my tried and true brownie recipe and make some gingerbread people instead.
Those of you who are the recipients of my food packages each Christmas, please don't judge the cupcakes on their appearance. They are actually quite tasty. They just look like the victims of thalidomide.
I'm not even going to bother with a segueway here, but why must radio stations play such awful Christmas songs? I like the Smashing Pumpkins, but I don't particularly want to hear them singing a Christmas song. The only Christmas songs I ever want to hear are Mele Kelikimaka by Bing, Last Christmas by Wham and Do They Know It's Christmas by Band Aid. On repeat. Oh and Mellencamp's I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus. But only once or twice.
I think I'm going to crack open one of those bottles of red now. I don't feel like cooking anymore.
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