For a while, it seemed like it might be the only serving utensil large enough to handle that much mess!
"The outside of the mixing bowl" (I think it fell on the cake?) and "Gwen's shirt" (I think this had something to do with rescuing the mixing bowl?) also came into play....
His knife see rustic Labour dicht, An' cut you up wi' ready slicht, Trenching your gushing entrails bricht, Like ony ditch; And then, O what a glorious sicht, Warm-reekin, rich!
Yes, we have invented that new Great Chieftain O' The Puddin' Race: Chocolate Haggis! (And on Burns Night, even.)
Thanks. There really wasn't an occasion, it was more of a 'lets make cakes because we can'. But I'm thinking about repeating it next week, closer to my birthday.
no subject
Date: 2009-01-26 03:32 am (UTC)i'm definitely up for some kind of edible board game at some point.
no subject
Date: 2009-01-26 03:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-26 03:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-26 05:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-26 05:15 am (UTC)"The outside of the mixing bowl" (I think it fell on the cake?) and "Gwen's shirt" (I think this had something to do with rescuing the mixing bowl?) also came into play....
no subject
Date: 2009-01-26 05:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-26 06:04 am (UTC)His knife see rustic Labour dicht,
An' cut you up wi' ready slicht,
Trenching your gushing entrails bricht,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sicht,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Yes, we have invented that new Great Chieftain O' The Puddin' Race: Chocolate Haggis! (And on Burns Night, even.)
no subject
Date: 2009-01-26 05:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-26 05:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-26 11:37 pm (UTC)