Coincidently, today was not only Rory's Birthday but Spuff's as well. I wanted to buy them a little something to share but wasn't sure quite what to get. After a little deliberating I settled for the very cheap and highly impractical option of baking them a cake. I've never baked a cake before in my life but am always open to new experiences so I found a recipe and went shopping. When I got back to the apartment I discovered that Spuff didn't even own scales or a measuring jug so things weren't looking promising. I estimated the quantities of all the ingredient and chucked them in a bowl, gave it a stir with a fork and popped it in a lightly margarined ceramic bowl.
After an exciting 45 minutes in the oven I removed the bowl to discover I had just created a new chocolate based culinary delight shared a consistently similar to that of cottage cheese. A little bit of a disaster I must admit, but I soldiered on regardless and masked the treat with icing sugar, 100's & 1000's and party candles.
After my experiment with baking hideously failed, we decided to go out for a meal at the local casino. Every night they put on a global buffet for $20 (£10), which basically comprises of one dish form each culture around the world. A good idea in principal but it doesn't quite work. For example, last night they had roast beef, carbonara, lamb curry, dim sum, meat balls, broccoli soup, lumps of pumpkin and tiny steak & kidney party pies. All reasonable foods in their own right, but how you are meant to create a single meal out of them is something I still haven't figured out.
After eating my way twice around the planet I was feeling a little full, so I settled for something small for desert. For my actions I received a totally uncalled for amount of grief. Despite the vast selection of adult deserts on offer, I'd opted to raid the children's section for jelly and strawberry moose. It did make me look like I was attending a child's birthday party so I tried to justify myself by explaining I was full and didn't think I could manage an adult portion. Rory then claimed jelly didn't fill him up due to it being comprised of mostly water, so I put him to the test.
I went back to the desert section grabbed a nice big birthday bowl and filled it with as much jelly as it could possibly hold. I had to be careful walking it back to the table as it was practically overflowing and wobbling all over the shop. About half way through the task Rory started to slow down but claimed it was the broccoli soup and he just needed a little break. Two spoons later and he was slouched over the table defeated by a child's desert. Poor Rory then had to go home early because he felt so ill.
When we got back to the apartment a few hours later I noticed he hadn't even touched the Birthday cake I'd baked him. Talk about ungrateful.
