The I rule yule

Nic Esson Freelance life 2 Comments

‘We’re going to have a bake off’ they said ‘Oooh count me in’ says I and then they tell me they don’t need me to work there anymore…

And so I find myself on a random midweek day off, dusting down the scales and the mixer, picking weevils out of (the wrong type of) sugar and making a massive eggy, floury mess in my kitchen.

Whilst whisking my tears into the soft white peaks of the egg whites (want me back yet?) I wonder what possessed me to agree to this? I’ve seen posts all week with pictures of the other creative masterpieces baked by┬ámy rivals and despite my low level of (patience) baking skills, my competitive streak takes over completely and I decide this will be the best mother fucking yule log the world has ever seen.

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And alright, so I let Betty Crocker make the icing (that bitch know what she at) and I didn’t entirely follow the recipe, but I’m fairly sure that if they don’t remember me for my creative genius in the workplace, they are deffo gonna remember this bad boy.

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