- That frappuccino with suspiciously little coffee flavour, and the misspelled name written on the cup.
- The phone call to a friend, who ends up spending 5 minutes telling you French tongue twisters instead of talking (although, it was pretty amusing)
- Searching on my computer for the photos I took of cupcakes, (which I was certain I uploaded, so deleted half of them from my camera) and then remember that I got distracted by Grey’s Anatomy and didn’t upload them.
- When I went to the cupboard feeling sassy, thinking I had a bottle of red food colouring. It is not there. It is no where. Actually I’m pretty sure that food colouring hasn’t even been in the cupboard since my mum made play dough for me, ten years ago.
But sometimes, after the initial denial of that disappointment which slowly starts to sink in and become reality, comes triumph:
- Meh, who needs the caffeine? It’s 4 pm anyway; and ‘Izabel?’ perfect! I needed a name for my new pencil!
- Getting to show off my little well known skill of reciting a French tongue twister (it doesn’t matter that I don’t know what it means in English), which earned me a merit at school 3 years ago because I could say it the fastest!
- Haha! At least I didn’t delete all the photos from my camera, now I don’t have to spend so much time picking which photos to use.
- Open the fridge. WELL HELLO MR. BEETROOT! I’m glad to see that you’re already cooked and peeled, ready for me to use in my cupcakes. Oh yeah, and in the search for the red food colouring, edible gold food spray was found instead, score.
And that, is how (my initial plan of) red velvet hi-hat cupcakes, became these: