Diary of a Saturday

The Oscars got me in such a tizzy I forgot to post about my weekend. Here, I present to you, in Bridget Jones style with timings as well, what I did last weekend:

8.00am
Alarm rings. Lift head up from bed and peer at sky. Looks overcast. Hmm looks like plans to go roller-blading are dashed. Oh well. Roll over and go back to sleep.

12.45pm
Emerge from bed in haze and recall that as have not bought friend a birthday present for his party tonight, will bake him a cake. Harhar. Cheap and heartfelt. Triumph at own cleverness and creativity.

1pm
Have lunch consisting of leftover chicken from dinner two nights ago. Eat it standing up over kitchen counter. Consult recipe book for ingredients list, followed by digging around fridge to discover if do have said ingredients. Realise that need: caster sugar, strawberries and cream.

1.45pm
After a shower, it's off to NTUC! Mother is coming along too, as she says she wants to get her Moccona coffee which can ONLY be gotten from that particular outlet. Sister is jogging there to meet us. Conclude that sister is mad.

2.15pm
Freezing in the dairy section. Trying to decide between Thickened Cream and Pure Cream. Which is thicker and more spreadable? Recall that last time made cake, bought wrong cream and the cream part turned out a disaster. After some thought (and shaking of cartons), decide to get Pure Cream as it contains more milk fat.

3.15pm
Back home and potter around kitchen gathering and washing items needed.

3.30pm
Make mess of kitchen sink as have sifted half of self-raising flour onto kitchen countertop instead of bowl. Oops. Look around and discover in relief that mother did not see what happened. Wipe everything up quickly with paper towel and throw away evidence.

3.32pm
Curse self at deciding to make cake on hottest afternoon of the year. How does Nigella Lawson cook and look like goddess at the same time?

3.40pm
Curses! Is the cocoa supposed to congeal like that?

3.45pm
Gak, dropped bits of eggshell into yolk.

3.50pm
Mixer is whirring away. Everything looks good. Breathe sigh of relief. Hang on, how did some of the batter end up on the wall?

4.10pm
Cake in oven! Hurrah!

4.35pm
Remove cake from oven and leave to cool. Get ready quickly and zip off to church.

7pm
Pick mother up and have dinner at Komala's. Onion masala meal...mmm.

7.45pm
Return home and admire finished cake. Next step, garnishing! Cut strawberries and blueberries, open cream tub and discover to much joy that have chosen the right cream. Spread cream over cake and glory over how thick and spreadable it is! After decorating is done, decide to take picture of cake for posterity:


Party Cake, recipe Jamie Oliver, wonder-goddess me

9pm
Off to party, of course not forgetting to take cake along.

9.30pm
Walk in and discover am only one of two girls in party. Consider scolding friend for not inviting more straight (hot) men to his party, but decide against as is his birthday.

9.40pm
Much playing of Taboo.

10.40pm
Still playing Taboo.

11.30pm
Birthday cake and song time! Friend has 3 birthday cakes, including mine. All chocolate. Wow. Everyone is going to get fatass. Finally get to taste my cake. Not bad! I can bake after all!

After eating cake, settle down for Round 2 of Taboo and intermittent viewing of Britney Spears video extravaganza. Admire her sparkly eyeshadow, hot bod and amazing photoshopped skin.

1.40am
Leave party for Caprice at Amoy Street. They are playing 80s music, whee! Walk in and discover two drag queens - one in very, very bad Diana Ross gold lame dress with puffed sleeves. Ask waiter for a sweet drink, and get a Spanish Fly. Tastes like cough medicine. Yuk! Note to self: never order Spanish Fly again.


Outside Caprice, 3am.

3am
Feeling hungry. Off to River Valley for supper. Park at the kerb and sit next to 18 year olds who have just crawled out of Zouk. Order prata, soup kambing, satay washed down with lime juice. Bliss.

4am
Beddy-bye calls.