Sometimes, Party Like a 5 Year Old.

Sometimes, my friends and I party like rockstars 5 year olds. No, we didn't do extremely stupid stuff. We just celebrated my friend's 21st with 5 year old party food! No drinks drinks, it's pure 5 year old party junk! It was so nice loosening up, and it was sort of a sem-ender.

How could you live without strawberry clouds, 

gummy worms, and marshmallows? 

Oh wait, the more appropriate question is 

how could you live without 

wedges with sour cream and chili?*

What would a party be without fairy bread?

Diversion

WILD WILD ADRENALINE PUMPING ADVENTURE

Don't you reckon that life gets pretty monotonous and boring at times? I need an adventure, a blood-sucking, head-rolling, bone-snapping ADVENTURE. I need a diversion, don't we all? So here it is, the first diversion, in the form of a blog post.

8 Things I'm Loving, and 1 Thing I'm pissed about.

1. Jazz and electro pop had a baby and it was named The Bird and The Bee.  They are a musical duo based in Los Angeles; they're different from your norm of pop and rock. I love them so much that they have been playing pretty much non-stop every single moment when I'm on my computer. Try listening to singles such as My Love, Heard It on the Radio, and Rich Girl.  YAY for indie music.

2. Wholemeal Turkish Bread. You're missing out on a lot if you haven't tried Turkish Bread. It's like the outcome of the marriage of Indian Naan and the everyday loaf. They are heaps of air pockets which give heaps of texture when you toast it.*

Heavenly Snickerdoodles

I had the insane need to bake cookies yesterday.

I started baking at 11:30pm, and finished at 1:00am.

You'd think nothing good would come out of baking at that time.

But you're wrong.

It was good, real good.

The Snickerdoodles were mind-blowing.

Perhaps they're even the best cookies I've baked to date.

They had that crackled crust from the dusting of sugar and cinnamon on top.

They were chewy.

They were moist.

They were perfect, well, even more than perfect with that tall glass of fresh skim milk.*

My cousin described it as the cookies you'd put out for Santa the evening before Christmas.

Then she was like, no, they're Santa's babies.

It was 1:00am, that explained everything.