Oliver and I are at it again: another night of gourmet baking (okay, maybe our third or fourth ever) and destroying the kitchen. We continue to knock it out of the park on presentation marks alone; tonight’s creation rivalled even our cupcakes in terms of colour and texture.
We found an exciting kid’s food site, Weelicious, and set our sights high—Fruit on the Bottom Tapioca—despite my vague feelings of revulsion about the gummy, fish-egg-evoking stuff. It (see image to left) looked so fresh … and that gleaming white-on-red contrast! The only thing we could imagine improving was the lack of garnish, so we popped out to our handy herb garden out front and picked whatever mint the earwigs hadn’t hit.
The mint, it turned out, was the best thing about it (that’s why you don’t see it in our image below). We tried to swallow but it kinda hurt and we worried a little about ever being able to open our mouths again. We tried to make dada eat two servings but he wouldn’t. Even Baby Sis seemed uninterested. So, we thanked good God above that dada hadn’t yet eaten all the Haagen Daz in the freezer and polished that off.
The way we see it, we don’t want to peak too soon. And no, I don't know what that squiggly orange thing amid the muck-crust is. And yeah, that's our wet laundry hanging on wood chairs. It's clean. Just wet.