Considering the contempt of inhumane isolation I've been placed into, I believe the political right to despise me as much as the left; however I write what I know to be true, and what readers need to know; regardless of ostracising contempt.
At midnight, I baked Charlie another fruit cake; he was very contented with a previous fruit cake I baked for him. I poured mixed fruit, butter and sugar from a pan into a bowl containing flour, baking power and mixed spice.
The toffee smell of the dried fruit cooking with water, butter and sugar is warming. Whisked eggs were added to the mixture. I tried to keep the mobile phone shadow from the picture but failed when I became preoccupied; multitasking became blurred after suffering cPTSD, GAD; weird that I was unaware of BPD until I was diagnosed with it but then what is darkness to light?
I'm using a cake tin that pops off at the bottom. This cake was in the oven at 160-170 for one hour twenty minutes before the inserted knife came out clean. The smaller oven at my flat bakes very diffrently to the older oven at the farmhouse.
I'm proud of my baking, but wouldn't feel upset at criticism. Fruit cake is loaded with energy that Charlie requires to do his farm work during these dark cold winter months; I know the cake is a success when I see him perked up in stature, bearing a smile on his face. This cake is appears visibly different to the previous cake, which was too dry in texture.
At midnight, I baked Charlie another fruit cake; he was very contented with a previous fruit cake I baked for him. I poured mixed fruit, butter and sugar from a pan into a bowl containing flour, baking power and mixed spice.
The toffee smell of the dried fruit cooking with water, butter and sugar is warming. Whisked eggs were added to the mixture. I tried to keep the mobile phone shadow from the picture but failed when I became preoccupied; multitasking became blurred after suffering cPTSD, GAD; weird that I was unaware of BPD until I was diagnosed with it but then what is darkness to light?
I'm using a cake tin that pops off at the bottom. This cake was in the oven at 160-170 for one hour twenty minutes before the inserted knife came out clean. The smaller oven at my flat bakes very diffrently to the older oven at the farmhouse.
I'm proud of my baking, but wouldn't feel upset at criticism. Fruit cake is loaded with energy that Charlie requires to do his farm work during these dark cold winter months; I know the cake is a success when I see him perked up in stature, bearing a smile on his face. This cake is appears visibly different to the previous cake, which was too dry in texture.
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