Remember how I promised, way back in December when I was lying around at my Ah-Kong’s house in Malaysia, that I would post the recipe for some cookies?
And then remember how I didn’t do it because I was too busy melting into the leather sofa and eating jambu whilst watching tv in a language I didn’t understand?
I was hoping you’d forgotten.
But in case you hadn’t, here they are!
“You get a birthday! And you get a birthday! You’re all getting birthdays!”
(I’ve clearly been watching way too much Oprah.)
“But, err, it’s not my birthday” I can hear all but one-in-every-365 of you saying. “I mean, I’ll take the presents and all, but…”
I should explain.
It seems my travel priorities need some adjusting.
And by adjusting, I mean, “I should probably travel past the East Coast of Australia”.
It’s not that I haven’t had the opportunity to do so (hello South and Western Australian friends!), it’s just that I’ve never really had the inclination to. Melbourne is so familiar. As is Brisbane. Tasmania is hauntingly untouched. And Canberra… well, let’s just say I travelled there frequently whilst clocking up the hours required for me to sit my driving test.
*SQUAWK!*
*grunt grunt grunt hurhurhur grunt*
“DAMMIT!”
Sounds that reverberate around lounge rooms, bedrooms and through the earplugs attached to countless iPhones, androids and smartphones throughout the world.
The cause? Angry Birds.
Chocolate.
Gooey, melting, velvety chocolate that melts onto your fingers and spreads itself like a warm blanket across your tongue. The remedy for miserable days and gruff receptions. A symbol for indulgence. Darling of dessert makers and bakers worldwide.
Except, perhaps, for this one.
