For New Year’s Eve, perhaps a cake would be in order to go with those fireworks. Maybe something that combines the cake and the fireworks. But not just the usual mud cake with a few sparklers stuck on top... oh no, something more dramatic is definitely in order...
If you thought hobbits lived idyllic rural existences in the lush and rolling hills of New Zealand, here’s some proof they’ve ventured further afield...
After the chattering and the feasting and the frantic activity... there is crashing in heaps on assorted couches, in comfortable corners under the stairs, and in hammocks of all shapes, sizes and degrees of difficulty-to-get-into-with-a-cup-of-tea. Not all at the same time, mind you, but you get the picture... gluttony begets sloth. And sloth, if not quite begetting, is certainly much improved by something good to read (and maybe a stray sausage roll or two...)
Which makes this picture seem very appropriate, for those lazily warm afternoons lurking in a semi-dozing state beneath a juicy new book...
There’s accessorising with cakes themselves, where the baked goods themselves are designed to be worn as adornments – anything from the most kawaii of cupcake earrings to the most decadent of Boucheron’s delice macaron rings.
And then there’s this pairing, where it’s not about food-inspired designs, but design-inspired food...
To catch your penguin, you need a very large net. A netless or unnetted penguin is prone to escape. So a penguin currently lacking the biggest net of all, an internet*, is most likely right now basking on the deck with a trifle-fed-cat (like a corn fed chicken, but much friendlier and very furry) on her lap, snoozing through the trifle-eating cat’s mum’s recipe book collection. Or potentially has decided to have at least one summer in which she realises in advance the wisdom of not trying to change her legs from their usual shade of white, and is holed up in the kitchen, finding accomplices to sample new varieties of brownies.
Consequently, the next few days will involve a few things I prepared earlier, (firstly) because I figure everybody else is probably off basking, snoozing, cooking or otherwise up to fun things and has no inclination to lurk and read blogs and (b)** because I’m still recovering from preparing scheduled posts for Every. Single. Day. of the now not-so-recent honeymoon. Nope, I can’t believe I did that either. Five and a half weeks of pre-scheduled posts. Madness. Curable only with vast amounts of baked goods.
So, here is a small distraction for your general amusement... “Polar Bear Green Tea”, so called by the Food Librarian, via whom I found it...
When you’ve eaten until you’re about to burst your pippity pop, and are lying in a lethargic heap on a couch / sun lounger / hammock / assorted comfy corner of your choice, then thinking about even more turkey and cake is probably the last thing you would want to contemplate.
But there are these. They look the part, and are completely guilt free...
...Because there’s a gluttonous penguin in town. Well, actually there’s a gluttonous penguin out of town. Visiting the trifle eating cat and his parents. And intent on frustrating the trifle eating cat’s trifle eating tendencies – at least until a penguin has eaten an adequate sufficiency*!
So, while a penguin climbs happily out of the rabbit hole for a few days, to chatter, pootle, bake, play with the trifle eating cat and lurk in hammocks, there will be some scheduled distractions for Penguins & Parentheses. And, perhaps, some plotting of bigger and better mousetraps to return with next year.
But, before that, what could be more fitting for a penguin in the silly season than this...
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