Making a mess

Sometimes my house looks rather like a creative graveyard. Bits of felt here, some discarded ribbon that the cats have claimed, chocolate biscuits that really should have been eaten last week...

Work seems a good place to dump creative baking because staff rooms are food black holes. No one says no to proffered cupcakes in a staff room. Or they go home to people's children. I hope I am not responsible for the next generation of obese kinder kids.

Today my kitchen looks like a graveyard because I was making chocolate biscuits with Mel. Having both had bad/exhausting weeks the baking got a bit hysterical. I therefore discovered that baking is a good outlet for overtired energy, but don't expect good food out of this. While they were chocolate biscuits in basic definition, they lacked a certain 'je ne sais qua'. Taste, I think it's called. They don't look too bad though:


Working around the strewn chocolate I am making cupcakes (from scratch this time) for Jen's birthday tomorrow. Pics to come. :)