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Just had a slightly odd conversation with Iona about how we should be in power, about how George Bush is a fascist bastard and about how Fandom Is A Good Thing.

( See? )

Me thinks this could work.

In other news, it's my Dad's birthday. He will probably be a tad pissed that I'm informing the world that my father is 45 today, but I am anyway.

(I have just taken a break to get a cup of tea and actually enquire as the the whereabouts of aforementioned parent, and he is sitting in the living room watching Asterix The Gaul. Well, you wouldn't KNOW he was 45 today, or so is his logic)

I also have done the scary cooking thing today as part of my effort to be a Better Person and A Better Daughter Than My Sister. I woke uo at 10.00, got a shower, wandered downstairs, got stuff ready, poked Dad awake (Megan is out and Mum is at work) came back down, made breakfast (it's a twice-yearly event- Fathers Day and his birthday) and that was that. Or so I thought. Oh no! I have to make cheesecake for Dad tonight. Without him knowing, according to Mum. Now I realise that I (probably) have a GCSE is cooking, but that doesn't mean I can cook. I'm going to have to pack Dad off to the pub and make cheesecake. Oh, my.

Thats todays plans for "clean bedroom and cyberspace upon website" outta the way.

Now I shall go. Evidently, I have to find a cookbook.

Cheesecake?

~Hathy_Col~

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Cheesecake.

Frelling cheesecake.

"It's easy," Mum said. "You made it in cookery class once, remember? The recipe's is very easy to follow..."

Stupidly, I actually believed her. So, as soon as Dad left the house, I get the ingrediants out, I flip to the cookery book page, and all hell breaks lose.

I coped with melting the butter. I coped with beating the digestives. I coped with mixing the two. I began to feel quite cheerful, until I read the next line.

Whip the cream...

Panic. I may (nearly) have a GCSE in food technology, but I don't have a clue what whipping cream actually means. So, in a haze of panic, I stand in front of the jug with the cream in, staring at it, until I crack and phone up Mum. She laughs at me merrily, before giving me step by step instructions on what to do as well as handy hints for the rest of the recipe. So, I whip the cream, which took AGES but I was very proud of myself when it actually went all stiff. I knew the rest of the recipe (Yes, I know how to beat philadelphia!) and then it was all sorted.

The problem is, I don't actually like lemon cheesecake. The stuff is foul. Mum informs me to "keep on tasting it when you mix it in or else you'll add too much of something." I do not have a clue how it's supposed to taste, cos it all tastes crap to me. I just ended up putting it all in together, mixing thoroughly and putting on the top. I hope it astes kay. It looks lemon cheesecakey, anyway.

Here comes Bitch About Cheesecake Number 3- decoration. Kiwi fruit, apparantly. I don't dislike kiwi fruit. I don't particularly love it, either. It's one of those things that just is. I do, however, resent the kiwi fruit SLIGHTLY more now. It's a pain in the arse getting the skin off, and it just wouldn't sit right on the top. I mean, really. What was wrong with using strawberries or something?

So, now I've made the bloody cheesecake, I had to clean up the mess. It looked like my sister had been cooking, it was that bad. But now the kitchen is clean (about time) the pits of kiwi are picked up off the floor, the dishwasher is on, and all I have to worry about is keeping Dad the hell away from the fridge and the dog eating it before we can serve it.

I didn't like cheesecake before. Now I hate the stuff.

~Hathy_Col~

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Cheesecake update! (So help me god, but I WILL find a plot out of cheesecake now if it kills me)

No one is dead from the eating of the cheesecake. This is a good thing. However, it was "very creamy" and Mum asked me where the rest of the cream was.

"What do you mean, I was supposed to have spare cream? There was half a pint in the tub, the recipe called for half a pint."
"Are you sure it's that much?"
"Yes. Look at the recipe!"

And we did. I used a quarter of a pint of cream too much. Oh dear. Still, apparently it tasted okay. I hope.

And that's all I have to say about that, unless food poisoning strikes. *g*

~Hathy_Col~