stripped bare

The entire week

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If you know me well enough, or have been reading my blog for awhile, you’ll know that every CNY, my mum and I will bake pineapple tarts. We started out as a small business but my mum decided that it was pointless so we just gave them away to friends and relatives instead.

I love baking, and the smell of butter makes me feel so lucky to be able to enjoy such a wonderful feeling and be surrounded by good food. Everytime the trays of goodies come out of the oven I can’t resist looking at the whole lot of them and smiling at how lovely they look.

But when the smell of butter and pineapple gets into your hair, your nails, your clothes, your bedsheets, your skin, your entire nasal cavity… It gets abit nauseating, you know what I mean?!



Written by smudgi3

January 25, 2006, Wednesday at 23:03

Posted in Dear Diary

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