Yet more financial faux pas and many other disasterous decisions

moo2moo

Wordsmith wrote: »

And the chances are ...

less than zero

moo2moo

Packaged up just over a hundred assorted jars for todays market. Doubt I'll shift a third of them but just in case I've bunged everything in the car. Decided not to bake any more... then in the manner of blonde bimbos the world over I changed my mind.... obviously not until 6:30 this morning, to do it last night would have been infinately more sensible. I now have eight cakes baking in the oven with plenty of time for them to cool and be packaged or at least I would have had plenty of time had I read the instructions properly....... turns out the 45 minute cooking time is actually an hour and forty five minutes. Means they'll exit the oven at 9am assuming they're cooked at that point.... and I need to have them cool and packaged in order to leave at 9:30. Might as well roll around laughing now. The alternative is to bung them in the car under a tea towel and package them up when I get there. Will need to dig out some disposable catering gloves .... obviously sods law will apply at this point and I'll find an empty box with a couple of oily handprints to indicate OH used the last pair to do something grimy on project landie.

Further plans involve getting a load of washing through the machine and onto the line, whipping up a picnic because food there will be astronomical and finally kicking the slumbering DDs from their pits in order to be at the venue in the 15 minute window when its free entry for tradespeople. Miss that and its £30 to get in. Today is not a good day to run late.

Between now and then I need to deal with the scene of devastation that was formerly my kitchen.

Did find the time to finish the owl and start the baby hat which is knitted in cotton and is lovely to work with. I forsee more cotton based items in the future although the cost of cotton yarn makes doing this quite a bit more expensive.

moo2moo

Bah. The timer beeped and I opened the oven to be greeted by a cascade of chocolate cake. It appears that the tins weren't big enough to contain the over entusiastic mix which has made a bid for freedom. This wouldn't be that bad if they'd been on the bottom shelf but they weren't. My ginger cakes have a liberal coating of chocolate fudge cake. At least there will be no whinges from the DDs that there isn't anything to shove in their lunch boxes. It does solve the problem of what to shove in the picnic box though

Trying_to_be_good

moo2moo wrote: »

It does solve the problem of what to shove in the picnic box though

There are days when I love fate :j

chevalier

mmmm ginger cake with chocolate fugdge sprinkles, yummy

Igamogam

Heck you have been busy - ignore the snooty ladies at the market - I was involved with a charity fundraiser last week and the cake stall took almost £250 - mostly selling fairy cakes ( I am resisting the word CUP !) with day glo icing and jelly tots on - and it wasnt kids buying - OK not a country market but people are snapping up more and more home made cakes and will pay over the the odds - hang in there and dare to be different! Actually you are prob too 'on trend' IYSWIM for then ladies!!

rupe34

Moo I want to come to your's for ginger & fudge cake:D (I'm not sure about that apostrophe - apologies punctuation-sticklers - am a bit tired)

moo2moo

Trying_to_be_good wrote: »

There are days when I love fate :j

I'd agree if it hadn't led to a bout of unplanned oven cleaning which should be outlawed before breakfast on a Sunday morning. Took a box of cake chunks with me which the market ladies duly scoffed with many compliments. Seems my baking is acceptable, its my presentation that sucks. Have been awarded the rank of official apron owner which means I've completed my period as a probationary marketeer. Only upset them yesteday with my choice of clothing. Guess they'll get used to that eventually. Am now v. tempted to turn up with electric blue hair just to annoy them.

Meanwhile recieved the parental equivalent of a final demand. I have to come up with a birthday wishlist asap or my dad will allow my stepmother to choose birthday gifts unsupervised..... am secretly hoping for this because last year she posted out shed loads of chocolate. Still like the dutiful daughter I am I've been thinking long and hard and have decided (based upon much ooohing at a stall yesterday) that I quite fancy a bash at handknitted socks. Whether this results in a request for a book of destructions to frustrate or v. posh yarn remains to be seen. Amazon is going slower than a snail on vacation.

Thoroughly enjoyed yesterdays day out as did the DDs. Tons to see and do and try. V. glad I wan't paying to get in because that was seriously overpriced but once through the doors i had a fab time. Was itching to try basket weaving which turned out to be much harder than it looked. My wrists were aching after a ten minute stint. Ate lots and lots and lots of local produce, sampled local cider and vino and whiskey and brandy although I did make a point of doing all this at 10am since I had to drive home. Saw tons of crafty things which made me go ooooh and prices tags which made me go eeeek. £25 for a hand knitted beanie hat which looked suspiciously like it had been knitted on a machine. The DDs bought surprisingly little. DD2 being content to try windfallen apples from the gazillion trees dotted round the place which she washed down with a v. sticky chocolate crepe. Fab day out with £30 of sales on the market stall.

Today its back to the mundanaties of everyday life with a bump.

DD1 didn't get a place on the school trip although she doesn't seem too bothered. My bank account is breathing a sigh of relief.

moo2moo

Cubs was more horrifying than anticipated. Walked into the kitchen step by crunching sticky smelly step. The other mum and I on duty decided to boycot saluting the flag and set about gutting the kitchen. It was tiny and grimy so it didn't take overly long. Spent the rest of the eveing with an assortment of oddball objects wrapping up raw eggs in the hopes of them surviving a 15 foot drop intact. None of them did. Ended up mopping the floor of the scout hut too. Eventually got dinner at 9:30pm shortly before rolling into bed.... but not before I finished this:

Tis far cuter in reality.

Plans for today involve tracking down a stray e-mail containing the destructions for knitting a wearable christmas pudding. Fortunately not for me. I still have a modicum of taste.

Trying_to_be_good

Very cute, trying to work out size - human or innocent another bottle, or somewhere inbetween?!