we have no choice in the matter of time --bonne année, loves

So I am TOTALLY going to be a food blogger when I grow up! :D

JUST CHECK THIS OUT! (after I keep on feuling my Picnik obsession *sigh*).



Whoops, I shouldn't have eaten that so quickly :S ...


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yesterday's wishes :)

HAI GUYS.

Look at everything around you, because, when we hit 2011 (no, the world is not going to end, nor are computers going to eat people) EVERYTHING WILL BE IN A NEW YEAR !! Cool or not? Not? Okay ...

Well, in the household where I sit now, there seems to be a feast being prepared and shopping lists written and DON'T TOUCH THAT 's being yelled.

I'm going to join in as soon as I have 600gm of butter and 500gm of chocolate and lots of cream! I'm making Sticky Date Pudding and Dayle's Chocolate Cake tomorrow (putting that recipe book to good use, DT :D)

OHH the eating oh the macarons? Don't eat as many as I did ... one or two, but not like 7 ...

I totally stole this pudding off the internet ... it looks rather disapointing now ...

Oh my god, I wrote this yesterday and didn't post it! I'm a silly billy!

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I named my male-Jace-like main character Robin ... as in the bird :S

{^ and that is why you are never, ever going to lay eyes on my fantasy!}

Well, it has been three days since I last blogged and I have no idea why, but that seems ages ago. Possibly because I’ve filled my days with photographing silly things and doing nothing but read and write.

I read The Merlin Conspiracy by Diana Wynne Jones (SO much better than it sounds!) in about 5 hours. That’s amazing! A massive, big, thick fantasy IN THAT TIME?? I mean, over two days and late into the night, BUT WHATEVER.

"Goats," said Maxwell Hyde, "are a special case. Mad as hatters, all of them."

I’ve been writing slowly. A seriously voiced fantasy, so DWJ’s book was good inspiration. Kinda serious, but funny, too. And that book with the flying lynxes, but I can’t remember the name of it … I’ve also been writing Megan a mammoth email! Megan, who intrduced me to Jinja Safari, which sounds like a great-fun band.

And a story about the four weirdest people in the world sharing a house. Want to see??

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Cat was sitting on a boringly green park bench in the rain, sucking on a bottle of expensive wine her mother ahd left her last time she came over for dinner (it had been a rather failed evening of sandwiches). Cat thought the only problem with the whole scene was the fact you could see the expensive label and there was no paper bag. She’d always liked and entertained the idea of being an alcoholic street bum, but she was from a rich family and thought it unfair to normal street bums that her mother dressed her in names. Also, she’d never really been drunk enough to be an alcoholic street bum, nor was she alcoholic.

--

Dan was walking down that exactly the same street, but was so huddled under his cheap umbrella and thoughts that he didn’t notice the well dressed girl sitting out in the rain. Which was probably a good thing, because Dan came to hate that habit of Cat’s.

Dan, the poor boy, was doing what he normally did. That is, navigate the crowded forest of characters that always strolled into his head. He’d decided to take a break from the pillow case, type writer and empty and lonely house to clear his mind. But all that he’d got was water dripping down his neck.

--

Jacques or Jack was far away from that street in the rain. He was, in fact, sitting at the most awkward birthday party he’d ever had, which was, amazingly, involving both his parents. His English father and French mother and both their spouses and various children of theirs that had popped up when Jacques or Jack wasn’t looking.

He had no idea why he couldn’t be from a normal family that bought you alcohol for your 18th.

--

Naomi was, as usual, sitting in some dazed cloud of shock. She was seated in an airport that looked relatively familiar and had this itching feeling in her stomach that something important was about to happen. Most of the time, though, that feeling got mixed up with being hungry. So she stood up, organised her coins and found some that looked the right shape, and bought some chocolate that looked like it might be from the country she was born in from a vending machine.

--

‘Caterina?’ Her mother said as though she was intruding on a bedroom. Awkwardly. Cat looked up from attempting to read her tea leaves.

‘Yes?’ The tea leaves looked like a wobbly flower. What on earth did that mean?

‘I ...have no idea how to broach this subject,’ her mother seemed to falter for the first time in her socialite life.

‘Don’t worry, mother, I already know about the bird’s and the bee’s,’ Cat offered, not really concentrating on the conversation. She poked her tea leaves with her spoon. It could be a sun. Did that mean wear a hat or you will experience happiness?

‘Oh. Well, no, it’s not that. You know how you insisted on moving out once you turned 18?’

‘Yes,’ Cat liked her cheap, boring house because it was much more quiet than her mother’s house. Her mother, after all, enjoyed throwing parties.

‘Well … I know that it’s a good idea for you to be apart - I swear I see more of you now - and I’m fine to keep paying the rent, but the house you’re living in is going to be sold,’ Cat’s mother twisted at her cloth napkin, biting her perfectly painted lips. Cat just blinked and picked up her mother’s abandoned tea cup.

‘I guess I’ll find another house, then,’ Cat said, staring intently at the cup adn twisting it this way and that. ‘And mother, I think you should wear pants tomorrow,’ the cup sort of looked like a windswept tree. Maybe. There always seemed to be a maybe hanging around Cat’s tea leaf readings and that made her frown.

‘Okay,’

--

Dan swung back over the side of the bed and rested his hands on the splintery wooden floor that seemed above him in a nice, calming way.

And there it was.

That pillowcase. Why? Why on earth is it that the neatest, cleanest, smoothest flowing writing of his mustn’t be shown to the world? When did that come into play? What’s the reason? …...... Well, he knows, of course he knows, one can hardly forget your only parent chucking you and pieces of paper and clothing outside in the middle of winter, but then again, he was always never quite full of food, and he was sure if he allowed himself to just open …..... No, the mere thought of that was upsetting and make him feel ill and all prickly.

No. The day when he decided to open that stuffed pillowcase to the world was not today. He rolled back over and shuffled across the bed, staring at the cracked ceiling on the house that he had called home for the last 4 years.

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I mean, of course it’ll be continued....... I’ve just started on Jacques or Jack’s next bit. Well, typing it all up. xD I have A LOT more hand written. I’m so bad like that.

You’re not going to see my fantasy because it is SO BAD. I’m much prouder of this story. I think the way it ….. flows is …. making me prouder, although it’s harder to write! I’m going for a motherly tone with these four. I do think they need it.

Today I watched as the sensitive and delicate cooking of macarons and didn’t dare do anything, such as stand in front of the clock.





Turned out pretty flash :)



Then I took pictures of a …. glass.



And through the key hole into my room. Look closely and some aforementioned people may recognize it ;P

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HOLEY CRÊPE!

I have wanted to be many things in my life.

Here’s a list (in no particular time line or order or complete)

* Toy tester


* Fashion designer


* Umbrella girl (do not ask)


* Journalist


* Doctor


* Writer (the current one)


AND NOW to add to my list:

* Master Crêpe-er. No, not Creeper. CRÊPE-er.


(I love french keyboards! (Even if I’m still not used to it and often hit weird letters!) (And use the exclaimation mark to often because I have to hit shift to get the full stop … !! This one also turns up a fair bit: §) (Here’s some random weird symbols I can get on this keyboard: § ù µ £ ¤ $ ° à ç è é € ² …....... Where was I?) Ah yes!)

My reasons why?

I had an absolute ball cooking dinner!



And flipping crêpes is so much easier than it looks. Trust me, if you want to make an impression on your next date, cook crêpes! (But do be warned they hit bottom like pork balls and all that Nutella you put on, saving the last corner stuffed with it? Yeah, not going to get eaten).

Flipping crêpes! The best way to get into someone’s good books!

But you CAN fail:


^ fail by Seb! Definitely not by me! Seriously, that’s his feet!!

THEN we made a mistletoe wreath! HOW COOL IS THAT ***JUST LET ME HYPERVENTILATE OVER HERE*** ????



And whilst cooking epic as crêpes and making epic wreath, it snowed. A lot. Like, over 10cm, which is really rare for this time if year! It’s about 11 o’clock now and we just got back from a lurverly walk through the snow!



Haha, let me tell you, first rules of snowball fights:

[Don’t talk about snowball fights]?

Don’t choose sides. For goodness sake, you’ll end up enemies in five seconds!

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GUESS WHAT!

I WENT TO AN OPEN AIR MARET THAT INCLUDED FISH AND CHEESE AND MEAT AND FRUIT AND VEGTABLES AND BREAD OF GREAT VARIETY.

And then there's the sausages !!!!! I kid you not, they were soooo yummy-looking. And the guys selling them were a stereotype of french-sausage-sellers!

It was like Vic Markets, but localler, smaller and in some aspects, better. coming from me, the lover of the Vic Markets.


Now, I am totally ripping off some guy's artwork and various other peoples photos. Sorry world!




i ate a peach (pêche)(oh my lord, I did it!! I added a hat!!!!) and although it was good, it wasn't the best pêche I've ever eaten. that was Penny's yellow peaches. So ... yeah. But it's the end of the season.



but back to cheese. OMG.

Haha my host mum just walked past muttering about fromage, so I said 'FROMAGE!?' and now I'm chewing on stale baguatte and blue-vein-like-cheese. Which, as my host-bro tried to explain, has a strong taste, but google translate first said 'This cheese has a government'..... What could that be implying?

Anyway!

You seriously have no idea of the variety of cheese that were for sale at this market! I saw about 10 cheese stalls, filled with interesting blue mouldy things, with little old ladies walking past and smelling them.



and the bakers made me want to melt a little. THERE WAS EVERYTHING PASTERY LIKE!! All shiny and full of sugar and fruit....! mmmm yummy!

xx have a fun day.