All posts tagged: sweets

Listlessly Listing

I’ve had one hell of  a weekend. It’s as if the fast approach of 2015 has incensed me to run myself into the ground. I’ve made lists upon lists of things I want to achieve. Even Santa couldn’t give me all the things I want. They’re not material things. Heavens no. They’re things I know will only come from sweat on my brow and lots of hours of work. Knowing that just makes the tasks ahead more daunting. My body can’t keep up with my mind. I’ve spent the last two days tasting, walking, talking and chomping down on just about everything put in front of me. What a weekend! Sunday rolled by and I’ve more or crashed. Hard. But there’s still so much more to do. I really couldn’t take running around like a headless chicken anymore and so vowed to leave the apartment for water only. That was until I saw this: The strange magical and ever so sweet aroma of coconuts drew me in. I asked, and found out it called Khanom Buang. It is …

FudgeMeNot

Who doesn’t love fudge? Well to those non-believers, I say you just haven’t tried the true fudge. The true-true (Cloud Atlas anyone?) In fudge we trust. Can I get an ‘A-fudge’? So by now, you’re probably rolling your eyes, because clearly all I am doing is putting fudge in front of words. I’ll stop. I’ve ran out of fudge related puns anyways. Joking aside, what with all the aggro against fudge? The other day, I had a 25 minute conversation, with someone who was convinced that fudge, “… is exclusively for those old enough to know what the swinging sixties was actually like.” While a lot of you might be offended, I got what she meant. I’m not sure if it was just simply a dig at me, or if she actually felt so strongly against it. But her message was clear: Fudge is for the old folks. Well then, I must be the oldest. It’s my sweet distraction. My naughty treat in the wee hours of the morning, when hot, humid, restlessness pays me a visit; stealing my sleep …