The Remains of the Day.

I went to a dear friend's baby shower yesterday, in possibly the most amazing house I've seen outside of the design blogs and magazines I read cover to cover.

And being quite the baby shower veteran, I was pleasantly surprised to find that it was a low-key yet elegant affair where everyone was asked to 'bring a plate' (I LOVE that this phrase is making a resurgence!). No life-sized papier mache storks here!

Being as I am - there's no other term for it - monumentally slack, I made a Peppermint Crisp Slice. Possibly the slice with the best actual work involved:compliments ratio, this is of course perfect for the lazy weekend Redhead.

Wanting to make it look more involved that it actually was, I trimmed all the dodgy edges and placed the nice neat squares in some cute patty papers.

Which of course left me with quite a bit of unattractive but still massively tasty choc-pepperminty goodness.

I wish I could say that this had been the sum total of what was left behind.

A healthy person would have virtuously tipped these into the bin. A healthy person would have turned these into an unofficial Munchies Monday offering.

Fortunately for me, I've never claimed to be a healthy person. And my Sunday lunch may or may not have been comprised solely of a cup of tea and a baking tray of Peppermint Crisp margins.

I'll never tell.

My Litmus Test.

Nothing like running into a friend of your ex to make you realise that you're over them.

Or, more specifically, nothing like listening to that friend talk about said ex and realising that instead of agonising "Oh god, please don't let him have someone new", what's running through your mind is "Oh god, he can't possibly have found someone new before I have".

That possibly made more sense in my head.

The Danger Within.

Within my freezer, that is.

Bake to Business.

It's been a while since I've really baked. I LOVE doing it, but my main problem since I became single again just over a year ago (aside from a distressingly lack of one of my favourite activities!) seems to be what to do with the results of my baking adventures.

Not to worry, I invented Munchies Monday at my work, the primary purpose of which is to allow myself and fellow colleagues-slash-amateur bakers a time to divest ourselves of the leftover goodies. I don't know about anyone else, but this stops me from going into my pantry and stuffing my face full of whatever I've made. And then possibly dropping into a sugar coma.

It's Melbourne Cup Day today - aka the day we all take off work in honour of a five minute horse race - and not being all that interested in the Spring Racing Carnival this year, I've instead pulled out the tall white hat and got my bake on:

(Really not me)

Well, that was the plan. In truth, I really only got one step into what promises to be a fantastic recipe. I made Nutella choc chips. Oh yes I did. A bit of butter, a lot of Nutella, a piping bag and a baking tray. Who knew?

So as yet, I've not even started the whole baking part and may not even get back to it until the weekend, but by god, when I do I am going to have some awesome choc chips to use.