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It’s my birthday today.
So, after a horrifying day of wrangling an angry toddler and attempting to make sense of the DMV…Oh, I am sorry, Washington. The Department of Licensing.
After a day like I’ve had I decide I am going to bake myself a birthday cake. Yeah, me. Failbaker should be my name. I’m not precise. I’m inattentive. I substitute just because I want to. But today, I promised myself, I would do none of those things. I had the recipe! Oooh, it sounds good. Grandma’s Lime Cake. I love grandmas, I love limes. I love frosted things. It should have been perfect.
But instead of eating cake I am drinking boozythings. I don’t know what went wrong, honestly. I think I need classes in baking. I just stink at it so royally, it’s embarassing.
So make me feel better! It’s my birthday, tell me what YOU stink at in the kitchen!
Oh, in case you’re wondering what’s in the glass:
1 shot dark rum
1/2 shot 99 bananas
glass the rest of the way full with blood orange italian soda.
I rimmed the glass with sugar, which I don’t think you can see. Garnish with fruity, frilly things and drown your cooking sorrows. But don’t forget to share them here first!
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