Cake-alicious
Sunday 7 April 2002

Friday night, in true Friday night fashion, Big-P and I walked down to the local video store. We wandered around amongst the other "we have no life" folks and deliberated and ummmed and ahhhed and finally settled on Cats and Dogs. We then walked back up the hill and by the time we got to our favourite, most amazing Malaysian Restaurant there were queues out on to the street for tables, and a twenty five minute wait for take away. Usually we would wait the twenty five minutes because their roti and curry sauce is worth doing almost anything for but this means sitting outside the restaurant on a low brick wall while staring up at the local town hall's clock. This was completely out of the question last night as some kind gardener had liberally sprinkled dynamic lifter (a.k.a. blood and bone) all over the small garden beside the low brick wall, and there is no other was to describe this smell except as an intense poo odor - so we hightailed it out of there and ended up at our favourite, most amazing Japanese restaurant where we ordered gyoza and sashimi (for Big-P) and Vegetarian Rolls for me (because as a result of being pregnant I have to avoid all raw meats including sushi! Between that and no soft cheeses it's going to be a long six months).

"we are so good and so healthy!!"

We munched away congratulating ourselves on our small orders of healthy foods compared to what we would have had at our favourite Malaysian restaurant, where we would have invariably ordered copious amounts of roti and piles of vegetarian mee goreng or chef's special chicken all swimming in delicious pools of oil. We felt light and spry as we headed back home to watch our DVD. After ten minutes of Cats and Dogs I got really bored. I didn't think it was clever or funny or even very cute. The beagle had an annoying voice like someone trying to sound like Michael J Fox but even more annoying (but now I read that it was Tobey Maguire and I feel bad for saying that). I got so bored I decided to bake a yogurt cake for desert. It was quick and easy and 45 minutes later I cut both Big-P and myself a rather generous slab and we gobbled away hungrily on hot steaming cake. After a short break Big-P went to cut us some more yummo cake and I couldn't believe the size of the slice he gave me but I managed to eat it all regardless. So we lay there groaning in agony and when I took our plates into the kitchen I saw we had devoured half the cake between us. Half the cake?!

To be fair, it wasn't a huge cake...

mmm - but the other kind looks good too

... and hey, I'm pregnant. I am supposed to be putting on weight... right?

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