My Failed Foray Into Vegan Desserts

When I sat down to write this entry, I was prepared to write a glowing review of them (highlighting my baking prowess as well)....well, I can't. They taste like pretzels...they're an abomonation...and rather disgusting. It's a shame too, they were supposed to be my birthday cupcakes that I was to take into school tomorrow (fyi, my birthday was in July...we were still at school then...).

So not only did I have to bake them myself, I had to bake them vegan (so a particular class member could digest them properly), and they suck. So now I have no birthday cupcakes, and tomorrow I'll have to deal with a very whiny vegan (this person is a rare breed of vegan: the fat kind...I don't know how it happened...but it did.)

But up until I tried one, my day was going okay. I'd managed to stay home, and slept away the better part of the day, rising only to draw some rudimentary sketches of my ideal fish tank and to finish 'Porno' (Welsh, Irvine) and 'The Long Dark Teatime Of The Soul (Adams, Douglas).

I also baked the rest of my peanut butter cookie and sugar cookie dough that I've been saving...for thrice defrosted and refrozen they're not bad. And they're coming in very handy as I try to console myself RE: the failed vegan cupcakes.

The only thing I really got right with those cupcakes is the cleanup bit. And thats only because I had mom standing over my shoulder giving me step by step instructions on how to wipe the crumbs just so. Which I of course, ignored as soon as she left the room.

But I guess it doesn't matter because Eloise (per her usual birthday celebration) is treating the entire school to ice cream.

Now, I don't want to come off as obsessed and hyperfocused with Eloise. I'm not (well, maybe just a smidge) but this blog is really the only oppourtunity I get to vent and express myself to the fullest extent (oh anonymity, how do I love thee, let me count the ways). I'm a lot less jealous IRL.