04 Aug

Bigster’s birthday is Wednesday, and this is the last time I will have to do any baking before then. Let me therefore go drown my sorrows in cake batter and icing. Several times.

I just did a late dash to the supermarket and found myself flummoxed by my politics – I got the flour, the baking powder, the fancy butter, the sugar and milk – but there were NO FREE RANGE EGGS to be had. There weren’t even barn laid eggs. The ones I have say CAGE EGGS in big letters on the front of the box – as in, practiacally a big neon sign exclaiming that THE PERSON WHO BUYS THESE EGGS IS OMG SUPPORTING INSIDIOUS CRUELTY TO POOR INNOCENT CHICKENS.

Fortunately, I do not like chickens. I am still able to sleep at night.

Unless I am busy baking OMGSQUILLIONSOFCUPCAKES, that is.

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Posted by on August 4, 2008 in food


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