Intentions, astray.

Today seemed like a good day, if any,

for homework-doing and similarly intellectual tasks.

But then,

I woke up early, and baking seemed like quite a glorious idea.

Surrounded by coffee,

and listening to wry indie-pop,

I flicked through old recipe books with dreams of lovely things.

I ended up creating lemon meringue biscuits,

found hidden in the biscuits section of a seemingly drab cookbook without pictures.

The picture does not do justice to the taste of my creation,

(and that knife is at a vaire strange angle).

Let us all eat cake