Apple Crisp

Every now and then I like to ask Trevor what his favourite baked good I make is. You would think I would know, but with all the different things I bake and with how often I bake them, he has trouble picking one. I go ahead and ask anyway and after some thought a list is often produced as opposed to a single clear winner. The list usually contains at least one coconut based item and one fruit based item.

Lately, apple crisp has been the latter.

To be honest, I think apple crisp is the single clear winner for him whether Trevor realizes it or not. Here’s why.

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Strawberry-Shortcake Cookies

There is an incessant beeping occurring every once in awhile in my office. It kind of sounds like a robotic bird is stuck in the wall who is pretty stressed about the whole thing, but is also tired and occasionally falls asleep. It does this so it can wake up in an hour and beep again with renewed vigor, too quiet for others to notice, but just loud enough to be at the edge of my psyche in that “I’m going mad.” sort of way.


I don’t know what it is. I don’t know what it means. I just hope it’s gone when I return to my office in the morning.


Or maybe it’s not actually there and I’m just going crazy.

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Freshly Baked Bread Therapy

I’ve been having somewhat of a bad week.

You know that feeling when you’re waiting for something and you’re about 75%.. maybe 80% sure it’s bad, but maybe it’s good, but you won’t know for sure until it happens?

I am currently experiencing that feeling.

It puts you on edge, it’s extremely distracting and it makes me… well… punchy. Not in a “punch drunk” way, but in a “I feel like punching things” sort of way.

So I made some bread dough.

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Cupcakes and Bacon

When I was in grade 1, my class had a singing recital where we all dressed up as Care Bears, making our own Care Bear ears and Care Bear bellies.

When we were told to go home and find clothes to be the rest of our Care Bear costume, nothing I had worked. It was all patterned, multicoloured and inappropriate for representing Care Bear fur. I was a big Care Bear fan and was very particular about how this had to be done. I did have an all pink outfit, but most of the girls also had all pink outfits, resulting in a sea of repeat pink bears. I did not want to be just another one of many Cheer Bears.

My mom, however, had a big cozy orange sweater.

With this, I could be Friend Bear, but she wasn’t one of my favourites. I could be Tenderheart, but he felt like the MAIN Care Bear, and that was just too much responsibility.

The path was clear. Birthday Bear.

Yeah, that’s me. That’s a pretty finely painted cupcake, don’t you think? I miss those shoes.

Like most, I developed a love for cupcakes at a young age and was excited to wear one on my belly. Not to mention in my belly. So when I think of cupcakes, I think of things like Care Bears. Of pink fluffy frosting, rainbow sprinkles, and everything soft and sweet.

Not of bacon.

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