Two Gay Boys, A Girl and A Ratatouille

Despite the fact that my schedule's pretty empty these days, there's really not much we can get up to here. We - as in the coven-ish trio exiled over here - Fabulous Felix, Piratin Patty and me. After all, there really aren't all that many cafes, restaurants of stores here. Short of jungle trekking, karaoke-ing or illegal smuggling, we don't really have all that many options for wholesome entertainment.

Reason enough that Piratin Patty decided to rush out to get an oven. This way we at least fill our time with something that we can bite on.


The Pie Man anyone?
All of us are clumsy amateurs of course. Hell, I haven't picked up a cake beater since secondary school! Yes, like every other budding gay kid, I actually spent an entire period of my life greasing pans and making chocolate chip cookies. All shockingly domestic. Just short of the frilly pink apron saying Kiss the Cook.

Unfortunately I came to learn that baking isn't at all like riding a bike.

Hell, I took a while to even separate the yolks from the whites. I mean how the fuck do you do it without getting a few broken yolks! And folding the cake batter? What does folding mean exactly?

But the recipe books we purchased along with the oven proved quite helpful. And certainly more reliable than some of the dubious recipes we found online. From the disastrous ginger fluff of last week to the buttery chocolate loaf yesterday, we seem to have made reasonably decent progression. At least we haven't actually poisoned anyone.

Yet.

Two cakes a week at the least. Who knows, one day we might get good enough to start selling. Pat a Cake Cupcakes anyone?