Good morning mid-week monkeys :D
How have you been?? Good?? I hope so. I’ve got another comic here for you, two in the space of merely three days! We seem to be going back to our old ways, of regular comical intake. Huzzah!
There’s a bit of a theme today because me ole brother-in-law has landed himself a new jobbie. Congratulations and what not! It’s always exciting to make a big change like that, leap forth into the unknown, the future is full of potential and opportunity – as soon as you make it past the notice period.
Now I must say, this blog typing thing is making me feel like a real writer tonight. It’s late, I have an empty tea cup and the company of only sleeping mitties. I’m at a relatively messy dining room table with light just leaning over from the kitchen. Darkness lurks in all the corners. This is the habitat of a writer.
Lone in the nightly hours.
Unfortunately, on my way home from second work this evening there was a segment on the radio about ghosts and spirits. Kinda creeps me out, that sort of talk, so sitting here as the lone writer in the night isn’t particularly comfortable. Regardless, I’ll try to enjoy my quiet sit.
I don’t get a lot of quiet sitting time lately, which I think is cool, quiet sitting is for the elderly with the scones and stuff. I totally did that on Tuesday. I had to go to a course for first-work, the kind of course middle aged office administrators and payroll assistants attend. Unfortuntely I fall into the same target audience, just without the middle aged status.
When I arrived I looked around the place and realised everyone else there was atleast 20 years my senior. And then I saw the scones.
Mind you – I have no serious problem with scones, they’re delicious, easy and tasty – especially with jam and cream. But my, they do make you feel a bit older don’t they. If you called them something a little less scone-like maybe it’d lose the stigma I seem to attach. Maybe cream cakes, or tea biscuits, or sweet buns; the appeal is much greater with those words (except tea biscuits still sounds pretty elderly). You know what I made the other day? Apple puddings with butterscotch sauce.. I have a feeling I’ve already told you this. But they were amazing and totally worth repeating.
There was actually a request for a repeat this evening but alas, I lacked the time to devote to apple pudding creation. Think – you get a nice wide coffee mug (oven proof) and line it with apple slices tossed in butter and sugar. Then fill in the centre with a nice buttery sugary cake mixture and bake til you can’t wait any longer. Turn it out and top it with a butterscotch sauce (cream, butter, brown sugar…all the good things in life) and try to slow down and savour the taste. I missed that last step, I consumed way too fast and then was flung, hopelessly, into the mourning stage – mourning the loss of my beautiful dessert experience. Until next time.
Which hopefully won’t be too far off..
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