Ooh yes, I like the feel of it in my hand, the power, the sexiness of a loaded gun, heavy and dangerous.
I like the thrill you feel as you gently squeeze the trigger, the moment of fear that makes you flinch quickly before you look to see the effect…
Little biscuits. Hundreds and hundreds of pretty little biscuits!
Bang- a little kiss. Bang bang- some daisies. Bang bang- delicate little ringlets. I could do this all day and all night- stand in the kitchen with my bowl of dough, my greased tray and loaded gun, squirting row after row of slightly wonky little treats until dehydration and exhaustion knock me out completely. It is SO satisfying!
My favourites so far:
Little kisses with chocolate bottoms.
Flowers smoodged together with boiled blackberry jam.
But this is just the beginning! I need more practise, more biscuit dough, more baking trays, more time! I want to dip, spread, sprinkle, wedge! Give me chocolate, sprinkles, crushed nuts, ganash, boiled jam and butter filling! Give me an army of sweet-tooths with gallons of tea who can deal with the sugary aftermath of my frenzied biscuit making battles.
Professor, draw your snacking weapon!
I like the thrill you feel as you gently squeeze the trigger, the moment of fear that makes you flinch quickly before you look to see the effect…
Little biscuits. Hundreds and hundreds of pretty little biscuits!
Bang- a little kiss. Bang bang- some daisies. Bang bang- delicate little ringlets. I could do this all day and all night- stand in the kitchen with my bowl of dough, my greased tray and loaded gun, squirting row after row of slightly wonky little treats until dehydration and exhaustion knock me out completely. It is SO satisfying!
My favourites so far:
Little kisses with chocolate bottoms.
Flowers smoodged together with boiled blackberry jam.
But this is just the beginning! I need more practise, more biscuit dough, more baking trays, more time! I want to dip, spread, sprinkle, wedge! Give me chocolate, sprinkles, crushed nuts, ganash, boiled jam and butter filling! Give me an army of sweet-tooths with gallons of tea who can deal with the sugary aftermath of my frenzied biscuit making battles.
Professor, draw your snacking weapon!
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I admit, the first sentence did make me nervous: Oh no is Franky into rifles? Then my brain did a complete flip and I was hoping you would load your gun and shoot more and more and more. The biscuits/cookies are darling.
I am hereby applying for the position of official North American taste tester.
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