Sometimes I drink too much and then read a ‘mouse/bakerina chat transcript in reverse order and pretend that it is the voice of God talking gently to me in the language of the angels, but then sometimes I just drink too much and call it good.
It’s when they start discussing jam and waffles that I turn to the bottle. Surely, that sort of talk is illegal.
Ahhhhh, geez. (blush) If I’d known that anyone (other than ‘mouse, of course) was paying attention to all my nonsense, I would have at least brought the cardamom-lime tea cake to the party. :)
‘mouse and Bakerina, serving up the finest in jam and waffle porn since 2006.
Have you seen their latest video? Waffl’n’, Jamm’n’, Bak’n’ in the House of ‘Mouse
(mmmm, cardamom-lime tea cake….)
I have made the waffles. I have spread them with sour cream and striped them with jam (nectarine, blackberry/plum, peach/raspberry, white peach/white raspberry, all courtesy of a fellow jam-maker and dear friend in Utah). I tried to savor them, slowly, but ended up devouring them with an almost Rabelaisian lack of propriety.
boot, you may cue up the wocka-chicka music. ;)