Beating The Fun Police

There are so many enjoyable and seemingly innocuous things that people want to stop you doing. Sitting on the grass. Bringing (proper) trumpets to sporting events*. Throwing confetti (yes, somebody has to clear it up, but it’s not like you’re doing something truly awful).

This might be a way to make up for the demise of confetti...

Picture: Restaurant Eve via Dessert Girl 

Girly frivolity so often looks just a bit too overdone to me, and veers into the territory of wearing a (fake) tiara (wearing a real tiara could never be dismissed as girly or frivolous). But this just seems fun and perky and a good excuse to go being a bit retro and cracking open the hundreds and thousands.

Ever since MasterChef put hundreds and thousands into a mystery box just to be difficult and hope that (to paraphrase) nobody would be as tasteless as to actually use them, I’ve been wanting to find a recipe, or think of a new way, to use them in something fabulous. This doesn’t quite get there, but it’s still kind of cool!

* And then permitting those awful vuvuzelas...