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Little Green Cupcakes

I've never been one for baking, I only have to step foot in the kitchen and will get a remark of someone. I guess because I almost set a poptart on fire so I'm not really trusted anymore. Despite this though I have been trying to bake more.

In our college we've somehow developed the tradition of cake Friday. Normally I like it but cant stand it at the same time, it's fun but obviously the pressure to eat fatty foods that come in the form of cakes makes it rather nasty (I do try and enjoy it though as it puts the class in a good mood). We have a rota though, for who is going to bring in the cakes and this week it was my turn.

So after some time dancing around the kitchen theses little lovey's were made. Green inside and out they were rather cute.

A grand total of 31 cupcakes somehow ended up being made. There is 16 of us in our class at college, so I may have made a few too many. But several people had more than one.

I really enjoyed baking them, it just felt like one long colourful science experiment .

Once again it's been another day where I haven't eaten lots, that's three days were I can distinctly recall not eating properly. This week hasn't been good at all eating wise at all. I've hid it well, despite everything that's happened at college, all the drama that seems to somehow manifest, nobody manged to spot anything that suggested anything was wrong. I think that means this week was a success in some part. It's still been a grey week though.

But those little green cupcakes managed to bring a smile to the faces of some of my class mates. I've even been asked to bake a birthday cake for one of my class members. They really did make some of them smile. So I guess it was worth it.

I'm not really in a smiley mood, all I've really wanted this week is to hide under a blanket and hug someone but it really was nice today to have done something to make others smile.

So I'm going back to the challenge I set myself at the beginning of this year. I had to make one person smile every day. Sure I've still got to focus on me and get me better but I know that helping other make me feel better. So I'm going to try that more.

As per usual though I haven't got a clue where this post is going. My blog really is my little safe where I stray to when I have a little too much going off. But some part of me juts wanted to feel happy that I managed to eat two of my cupcakes. It's quite pathetic that being able to eat two cupcakes is a success that I should be proud of but there we go. I guess that's just something I wanted to share.

Keep on smiling guys.


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