Is anyone out there....?

England (well Leicester...) is killing me.

How many readers do I have??? 75? If everyone put £10 into a charity pot for me... I may well be able to take a trip somewhere or at least buy myself something pretty. I am so down and feel like I cannot get out of this hole. I just want to be away. AWAY I TELLS YA.

How many people read this? I'm sorry if you are one of the unfortunate that do. I used to be funny. Now look at me ahahah.

Help. Help. Help.

HELP.

Last night...

I had another small baking crisis.

Its the new house. I swear down. Everything I do in that kitchen is weird!

I thought I would forego Bikram because I had 54 cakes to make for my Nans Village Easter lunch or something. And I didnt want to be up into the wee hours doing it... So I rushed straight back from work and got on with it. 30 Guinness chocolate cakes, 24 lemon cakes, one big bowl of chocolate ganache later I thought I would call my Nana and ask her what she wanted me to do with them collectionwise and thought it was a bit odd that she had not been in contact already... this is at about 8.30pm.

Phone call:

Me - Hi Nan. I'm just making your cakes and wondered did you want mum to pick them up when shes done at the bar and take them home so you can pick them up tomorrow morning??
Nana - Ummmm. 16th Charlie 16th.
Me - Huh?
Nan - I want them on the 16th April.
Me - OH! Oh yeah! Haahah. I have it written on the wall there. D'oh! I knew that! Hahaha. Silly me.
Nana - You've not done them have you?
Me - No. No, no, no. hahah. Don't worry.
Nana - Oh good good good.

etc.

HA. Idiot.

So my friends are gonna get caked this weekend.

Diiiiiickhead.

BUT I made pretty cakes for the lovely girls in Newborn department for stepping up to my challenges and coated them in ganache instead of butter icing and ultimately put more smiles on more faces today.

♥ Thanks Girls ♥

Baking Crisis...

Last night I had a baking crisis due to moving houses and being an uber busy bee... It all went very wrong and there were tears and stress. And the cakes were shitty and it was late late late. So with me in a cake panic at 12am last night the boy took me by the knees while I sat in the bathroom sobbing and told me he was gonna be a hero.

He sorted me out. Helped me bake new cakes and generally did things to make the process a wee bit quicker. He stayed with me til 3am but then had to dander home. I was up til 4am. BUT the cakes were done! And look pretty. I, on the other hand, do not look in any way pretty. I need some of that 8 hour cream all these celebs harp on about.

HELLO ELIZABETH ARDEN? Its me Bitsy, would you do me a flavour and send me a crate of your fab 8 hour cream? Apparently it helps your skin and makes you not look so much like you have had 2 hours sleep instead of the appropriate 8? Well I think I would be a fair candidate for you to re-trial this shizz on because I never sleep and mostly look like I have been punched in the eyes. Elizabeth! ELIZABETH! HELLLLLPPPP MEEEEE! Thanks.

I will post photos of cakes because I have some from ages ago too. I dont know why my photo thing on the computer is buggered. I will have to bluetooth them to Lars laptop (thanks to some advice from lovely fellow bloggers) and then save them to a stick and then put them on my little laptop (cuz I tried I dont think it does the bluetooth thing) and then go to the boys and abuse his internet. Phew. I know how to do things the long way!

Be patient honey bunny xxx

Oh dear...

Being as I blew my mixer up by being a culinary demon. I borrowed my Ma's trusty kenwood chef. She's had it for over 30 years. Cue me happily mixing away I turned around to, I don't know...mess about? and I thought oooo whats that funny smell and then HOLY SHIZZZZ WHY IS THE KENWOOD SMOKING?!?!?!?! Then doing what only could be described as a hilarious dance of Oh My God around the kitchen.


Well done Bitsy.


Mixers dont like you.

Mood.Mood.Mood.Mood.

Made cakes last night. Mixer blew up. I cried.

Mood.Mood.Mood.

Went out for Steve Loafs birthday dinner the boy said when I drink wine I am mean to him. FICTION.

Mood.Mood.Mood.Mood.

Brought the cakes to work. They looked like I had been ran over whilst holding them when I got to work to give them to Emma. I cried. I am very disappointed with myself. I'm never carrying cakes on the bus again. The bus driver was a shit and didnt wait til I sat down to move off and it all went wrong from there.

Mood.Mood.Mood.Mood.Mood.

Pictures of cakes later/tomorrow. Pictures of BEFORE bus tragedy. Not after.

Emma said they still looked amazing. I am not sure. Not sure at all.