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buttercream icing for a six-inch cake

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buttercream icing for a six-inch cake | movita beaucoup

A couple of years ago, 2.0 presented me with a golf club and claimed it was an anniversary gift. It was not. (I don’t golf.) My sister, Haddy, was visiting at the time, and told him it was the most thoughtful anniversary gift of all time. It was not. (She just likes to side with 2.0.) So, when 2.0 announced that he had personally selected a birthday gift for my sister, I got pretty excited.

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coffee cake muffins

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coffee cake muffins | movita beaucoup

Remember what it was like when you had time to sit down with a cup of tea? To sit down at all? Lately, those days seem few and far between. I’ve started my work term at a bakery about 45 minutes outside of the city, and my Real Job duties hit a feverish pitch at this time of year. There are lists everywhere. Dance costumes litter the second floor of our house. Chores have been left undone. Things – all sorts of things – are piled everywhere. I did, however, manage to sort through my kit from baking school, and I thought you might enjoy seeing what I had to lug around on my back all year. Et voilà:

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six-inch classic white layer cake {and a warning about airplane toilets}

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six-inch classic white layer cake | movita beaucoup

Back in 2005, I went to France for Christmas. It was awesome, except that the man sitting next to me on the plane was sucked out of the aircraft via the toilet. The man was sitting next to me when we departed from Montreal that cold December night, but once the plane had reached cruising altitude he went to the washroom, and didn’t return. Ever. He didn’t even come back for the things he had stashed away in the overhead compartment.

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blueberry loaf

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blueberry loaf | movita beaucoup

The other day, I caught 2.0 trying to plug a mouse into a cd drive. Not a real mouse, bozo. Our wireless computer mouse needed a battery recharge, so I suggested that he use an old-school tailed mouse to get by for a few hours. That’s when I caught him trying to use the cd drive as a USB port, which shouldn’t come as a surprise, because when I first started this here blog? There was a lot of confusion.

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