tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40549312956136486232011-10-11T05:11:13.535+13:00Librarian baker-slash-rock enthusiast seeks bookworms, band geeks and sugar fiends for random witterings.ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.comBlogger461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-8435136070584680662011-07-16T13:37:00.000+12:002011-07-16T13:37:12.877+12:00

A final hello to you all. I'm finishing up this here blog.  I guess I'll have it stick around for a while, but I'm not baking so much as I used to, and I guess my priorities have changed.  It's been a blast though, and I've learnt a lot, so thanks for reading my whitterings, it's been nice to see the stats climbing up at least. I've started a new blog, the Lone Wolf Book Club, so if you want

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-30373942344170439542011-05-20T20:09:00.001+12:002011-05-20T20:11:01.045+12:00

It seems like I haven't made cupcakes in a very very long time.  And since I'm meant to be writing my second assignment for my Masters paper right now, as we speak, what better time to make cupcakes?  These little beauties are vanilla with vanilla-maple frosting.  For some reason (maybe I over-mixed them?) they turned out a little tough, but when you've got a noseful of frosting, who really cares

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-25136224832654886142011-05-14T08:02:00.001+12:002011-05-14T08:03:33.901+12:00

Does squishy do it for you?  It doesn't do it for me.  I'm a crunchy girl - I like my toast crispy, my peanut butter chunky and anything fried to be verging on the charcoal.  Mmmm... charcoal.  Texture is such a massive thing to me, I almost can't eat things when the texture is off.  That's not to say that all my food is crunchy; I like to eat soft things, slurpy things... it's just squishy that

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-88579454361071394042011-04-17T09:21:00.002+12:002011-05-04T17:34:52.511+12:00

Wow, so here we are again.  I'm going to skip the apology for not writing for ages, we all know how that goes, so I'll just go straight to the fun stuff that's been happening over the... shoot, a month since the last post?  Mother of pearl, that's pretty slack even by my standards. Well, to be perfectly honest, I haven't been totally slack.  I have at least made an attempt at blogging, I had

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-38893496964667667912011-03-06T17:32:00.000+13:002011-03-06T17:32:11.012+13:00

There's been quite a lot happening in this neck of the woods lately.  Firstly, school has started for the year, which means that not only am I studying (only part time, but that's quite enough when one is working full time as well, thank you very much), but also it's the busy season at work since all the students are back, I've been baking for Christchurch (more on that later), and we got a new

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-73383480088885424102011-02-26T07:59:00.001+13:002011-02-26T08:00:42.619+13:00

It's just a beautiful, crazy old world we live in, isn't it?  Yes, don't worry, I haven't gone completely off my rocker, I know it's dangerous, ugly and uncertain too, but it's times like these that you can't help looking around at your fellow humans and thinking, "You know, you guys are alright". Perhaps I'm just writing this in a flood of good feeling - I finally heard from my friend in

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-44168853328573323852011-02-23T16:33:00.000+13:002011-02-23T16:33:50.074+13:00

No Queens of the Stone Age tonight, either.  They're too sick to play.  Not in the cool sense of being sick, more the ill sense of being sick. Lucky the self-titled re-issue came out on Monday, because that's all that we've got tonight... sitting in the dark, listening to the stereo.  Sad. What a ratty week... dunno if the Melvins and High on Fire are going ahead, last I heard they were stranded

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-5545171430172033272011-02-22T16:58:00.000+13:002011-02-22T16:58:03.832+13:00

Total, heartfelt sympathies to all of Christchurch today - another big quake, and this one a bunch worse.  You poor, poor people.  Stuff has rolling coverage, but the big news so far is that part of the Cathedral is down (among lots of other buildings), and there have been lots of reports of death and injury. It kind of pales into insignificance by comparison, but it does mean that QotSA have

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-22159261031718271922011-02-07T17:25:00.000+13:002011-02-07T17:25:44.529+13:00

Ugh.  Mondays.  Plus, today really should be a public holiday.  It really should, and I'm not just saying that 'cause I fancy a holiday.  Waitangi Day (which is kind of like Noo Ziland's national day, fraught as it tends to be with racial tensions and politiking) was on Sunday, so happy birthday to my buddy Stephanie and to Bob Marley also.  Anyway, we're currently in a bit of a pickle, because

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-63164630254231475262011-02-02T09:38:00.001+13:002011-02-02T09:45:31.506+13:00

I don't feature enough pizza on this blog.  Don't you think?  As far as I'm concerned, pizza is the Perfect Food.  I mean, it's bread, with anything you want on it.  How could that not be perfect?  Okay, so sandwiches are bread with anything you want on it, but I guess the sandwich is a good representation of the phrase 'familiarity breeds contempt'.  Anyway, last weekend I made a pizza.  And

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-46492322668747034152011-01-26T07:36:00.000+13:002011-01-26T07:36:12.710+13:00

The Big Day Out has come and gone for another year.  Usually I feel a sense of ho-hum-edness around this time, a sort of 'oh well, it'll be back next year'.  But this year, because I was actually there, in Auckland in the mad humidity, then the rain, I feel a completely different thing.  It's hard to put my finger on it, really.  Part of me is super glad that I went, and the other part is super

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-73242014090737639362011-01-12T13:40:00.000+13:002011-01-12T13:40:55.088+13:00

Ye Gods... it sometimes helps to go through your RSS reader, if only to find out what new dreck the interwebs has turned up.  When I came back to the internet after the break, I had over fifty completely useless (but mostly very interesting) things to read about.  Including, the Little Librarian kit, which had been nominated by Disney as one of the best toys of 2010.  Which REALLY makes me

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-82055599288341056542011-01-06T08:05:00.000+13:002011-01-06T08:05:15.099+13:00

Back in December I wrote a bit about how much I hate the gift cycle.  Well, now I have to take it all back, because I loved all my Christmas gifts.  Seriously, how often can you say that?  I mean, yadda-yadda, I know I shouldn't be concerned about gifts, it should be spending time with family, and believe me, I totally appreciate that, especially seeing my sibs again, I love those crazy diamonds.

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-48412389488943931102011-01-03T09:52:00.000+13:002011-01-03T09:52:43.037+13:00

Welcome to 2011!  Hopefully everyone managed to survive the crazy-ass Christmas and New Year season (and the random weather) intact... Noo Ziland has had a seriously nuts storm pass up the country just after Christmas, and heaps of people got cut off from where they were going because of the flooded roads and massive winds... even to a wind veteran like myself, gusts of 160 kilometers per hour is

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-4267355268424318282010-12-16T15:51:00.000+13:002010-12-16T15:51:14.235+13:00

Don't get me wrong here.  Unlike Scary Oliver (Cromwell, not Jamie), I'm not anti-Christmas - by all means, eat yourself sick, fight with your family, have a snowball fight if you're in the northern hemisphere or dunk your hot feet in the pool if you're in the southern hemisphere. I love all these things - as long as I can make up with my family afterward, and we can go back to 'drinking wine and

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-69785800166506206792010-11-30T15:43:00.001+13:002010-11-30T15:49:58.906+13:00

The more observant amongst you, my massive audience, will have noticed that I'm kind of fooling around with the look of the blog.  So bear with me a bit, because I'm re-jigging where you can find things and what I'm doing and all that.  I've also got some new sections, Rants (which I'm planning to just be sort of informed opinion pieces), and Reviews (which I'm hoping is fairly self explanitory).

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-86260859471065589422010-11-28T08:41:00.001+13:002010-11-30T15:09:47.879+13:00

Wouldn't that be a great title for a B-movie?  Maybe it already is... but anyway, I'm trying to retrain my brain.  Hard ask with a brain such as mine, but if I'm going to be studying again next year, it's good to get used to reading in an academic type format again... goodbye, sweet novels, I knew you well. So, that having been said, I'm reading some pretty interesting stuff at the moment.  I

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-33883816864633072522010-11-18T14:31:00.000+13:002010-11-18T14:31:29.026+13:00

I was overcome last week.  You know when you get an idea, and it just sort of burbles around in your head and you practically have to act on the idea in self-defence, just to make it go away?  Well, my brain conjured up an mental image of me, eating a cookie with Fat Ass emblazoned on it.  Not that I think my ass is fat or anything, certainly not.  But before this degenerates into a post about my

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-87344752345157621232010-10-26T10:48:00.002+13:002010-11-27T22:01:23.714+13:00

Everybody loves a good pie.  Of course, everyone has different interpretations on the definition of 'good pie', but I have to say that my standards are cray-zay high when it comes to pie.  I'm a pie-snob!  I confess! Sometimes, you can get a really bitchin' top crust, then a gorgeous filling... which is all totally ruined by soggy under-crust.  Or you get amazing crust action, and then

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-19946645312502545832010-10-01T16:13:00.001+13:002010-10-01T16:14:32.062+13:00

Frickin' heck, I've got so many plans at the moment, I'm like... a plan monster, or something.  It's the first proper-nice day of the spring season today, and with remarkable good planning, I'm not at work... nice to be doing something right.  Mum and Dad are down in Wellington tomorrow, so it will be sweet to see them (and sweet to have all the frickin' cleaning out of the way... *sigh* I know

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-38715223798946750672010-09-24T07:33:00.000+12:002010-09-24T07:33:11.162+12:00

Damnit, now I have that stoopit Crazy Town song stuck in my head.  No way to start a day (I'm eating weetbix with one hand and typing with the other - how do you spell 'milk on the keyboard'?) Anyway, things are looking a tad busy for me today, so I thought that I'd finally get around to posting about these wicked-ass cupcakes I made for my friend Sara's birthday.  It was an important birthday,

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-12156296117620392352010-09-07T18:07:00.000+12:002010-09-07T18:07:04.752+12:00

Yes! Yes! A cake!  It's only the second cake I've ever featured on this blog, and that's because I usually can't be arsed hauling a knife around to wherever I'm going to be caking-it-up.  But here I was, going to a most civilised dinner party, and thought, what cake takes almost no effort, I have all the ingredients for, and is almost universally loved? The answer, whispered on a sweetly

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-78461342104915723912010-08-29T09:19:00.000+12:002010-08-29T09:19:42.633+12:00

We've established that I'm a big slacker in earlier blog posts, so we don't need to go into that territory again.  But, I'm soothing myself with the knowledge that it's winter at the moment, the dead season, so any creative endevour is bound to be fruitless. That's what I'm telling myself, anyway. Although I seem to have lost my baking mojo for the moment, I haven't lost my reading mojo.  Oh no

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-28793844003072769152010-07-16T07:35:00.000+12:002010-07-16T07:35:22.398+12:00

I have always cherished a bit of a love/hate relationship with the suburbs.  They are such strange places, so innocuous, yet so creepy.  I always think of Ray Bradbury and Stephen King when I think of the suburbs... you know, all nice and quiet and upwardly mobile on the surface, but eerie goings on once you scratch the surface. But Miramar holds a secret which is busting at the seams to fly

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-40275576208426859812010-07-01T17:57:00.000+12:002010-07-01T17:57:17.564+12:00

Oh, muffins... where have you been all my life?  I'm on a real muffin kick at the moment, if I'd known how flamin' simple they are, I'd have started makin' the darn things sooner.  Well, maybe.  We all know that I'm a woman who just loves to make life hard for herself.  But still.  The sentiment is there. So the puppies that I've just made are cream cheese, smoked salmon and chive mini-muffins.

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-84287665624508903082010-06-18T07:23:00.002+12:002010-06-18T07:31:38.354+12:00

Apologies to Ms Stefani, but look at this, would you? Pretty foxy huh?  You'd never guess they were *gasp* banana flavoured.  I don't know if you can see from there, but I even did teensy little stamen things on the flowers (spent a looong time picking out yellows out of the hundreds and thousands mixture... boy, do I suffer for my art).  Not that I brag or anything, you understand... I'm just

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-6264297198532667072010-06-02T18:02:00.001+12:002010-06-02T18:03:58.704+12:00

Hooray!  My Jacques Dutronc CD arrived today, so I've been immersing myself in loveliness.  Speaking of loveliness... Look at that beastie!  Even with the crapshack photoshop job that I've done on the background, doesn't it still look almost unholy in it's awesomeness!?  And your saliva glands are sending mad signals right now to your brain; 'Cake! Cake! Cake!' they say... and who would you be to

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-66005370417267417482010-05-18T15:35:00.002+12:002010-05-18T20:36:21.919+12:00

Finally!  There was an alignment of cosmic proportions (i.e, my birthday a few weeks ago now, but I've only just gotten over the shock of turning 28, which is why I'm writing about it now), and I made those 'White Stripes' themed cupcakes which I'd been ranting about for some time.  Here they are in all their glory... Pretty sensational, am I right?  Okay, I confess: they have had a little

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-10902421206292545382010-04-28T21:57:00.000+12:002010-04-28T21:57:43.675+12:00

Oh no, the interwebs is out to get me! Not only did my email and my Facebook get hacked into by some worthless fiend, but now I've discovered The Book Depository, which is surely the work of the Devil.  And since I firmly believe in the principle of 'share the wealth', I hereby notify you gentle reader of this awesome sites existence.  And if you knew already, then why the Hell didn't you share?

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-86868719789187380712010-04-18T16:59:00.000+12:002010-04-18T16:59:55.606+12:00

I don't think they have a scale for laziness, but I feel like I should be pretty high up there if they ever do get around to making one. For instance, I keep getting the urge to bake for the blog, and then baking and not taking any pictures of the darn things that I make. Perhaps it's got something to do with the fact that my camera is being dopey at the moment... or it could just be the myriad

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-74955385552723360172010-03-25T17:34:00.001+13:002010-06-02T18:13:31.790+12:00

So, International Independent Record Store Day.  It's happening kids, happening on the 17th of April!  How exciting!Seriously though, I'm totally issuing a challenge to myself this year, which is to no longer suckle at the teat of Big Music.  My plan is to start buying actual physical music (as opposed to merely downloading stuff from itunes, which is so passive it's not even funny... I don't

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-44096008812989704422010-02-05T18:35:00.000+13:002010-02-05T18:35:35.468+13:00

(heh) That double entendre is actually in aid of something, you know.  I bought my roller derby pads and helmet today, so when my skates arrive from Sin City Skates, I'll be able to start practicing fully... so frickin' excited!  However, I'm going to the rink tomorrow for my first skate in about fifteen years... I was pretty crap at it then and I'm sure that I'll be pretty crap at it now.  But

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-76874235621990399882010-02-04T11:45:00.001+13:002010-02-04T11:46:41.601+13:00

As some of you lucky enough to be within ranting range will no doubt be aware, I've been reading the Twilight series.  Yes, I am over the age of fourteen, but I am a girl, so at least I meet one of the requirements for reading them.  I also like vampires (although, obviously, I don't know any personally).  Bram Stoker, Anne Rice, Poppy Z. Brite... all good in my book.  However, I tend to like bad

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-18904515227674195312010-02-02T13:09:00.000+13:002010-02-02T13:09:38.525+13:00

Medieval Times has a lot to answer for.  Not only is it totally on my list of things to do when I finally haul my ass to the U.S of A (one down from basking in the awesome that is Magnolia bakery, and one up from sitting through a whole real-life baseball game, beer and hotdog in hand), it's where the Them Crooked Vultures legend began.  Y'all can google the rest of the legend, because it's all

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-67032817196660486212010-01-12T11:40:00.000+13:002010-01-12T11:40:27.106+13:00

So I'm trying to get into the habit of making muffins on a Sunday afternoon. My first attempt was blueberry, and let me tell you... not as successful as I would have liked.  Not, y'know, bad or anything, just not as light and gorgeous as they should be.  I really don't know if it was just the recipe I was following, possibly the fact that I didn't use buttermilk (like half the internet told me

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-77065533135149307322010-01-03T15:38:00.002+13:002010-01-03T15:42:22.254+13:00

Sweet Lord, how lazy can you get?  No posts in months, barely done any writing of any description, and no good excuse apart from the fact that it's summer (or nominally summer here, since it's frickin' windy and so rainy that the damn stuff is coming in the french doors... hence the towels strewn liberally around the house) and I've got better things to do than slave away in the kitchen over a

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-28204379873012608332009-10-23T21:58:00.000+13:002009-10-23T21:58:42.091+13:00

Wowee, so my friend Anna came up with this delicious sounding cupcake combo... lemon and passionfruit. Oooooheeeeee... as someone who is very keen on the whole soury-sweety mixture, this sounds like a goer, but I'd have to change the name that she came up with for it. Not that the name that she came up with is bad, it just reminds me a bit too much of that song from Grease 'Summer Lovin', which

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-47586309490083794822009-10-08T17:13:00.005+13:002009-10-14T21:21:03.675+13:00

So, I've become a convert of LibraryThing.  This innocuous little Web 2.0 gadget is (for book-geeks such as myself) almost as bad as Facebook with the way it sucks up your time.  Let me give you a play-by-play.First, you sign in.  Then you look at the pitiful amount of books that you have to your name, and the sheer gajillions that others have.  Your competitive instinct kicks in.  So you decide

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-35926673755019052492009-10-03T08:49:00.006+13:002009-10-14T21:22:55.724+13:00

Wow, I have to say that after about a months worth of hiatus, I've come back with a bang! These were the nicest cupcakes I've made in a while... gorgeous cake-y interior, smooth sweet (but not too sweet) frosting, the stars aligned!  I think the Elvis link is a wee bit tenuous, but since I hate (and I do mean hate) bananas, that's about as close as I can bring myself.  Plus, peanut butter and

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-5864108077853583102009-09-29T17:22:00.004+13:002009-10-14T21:23:57.440+13:00

I haven't baked in aaaages.  After all that bingeing on butter and sugary goodness, I hate to say it, but I'm kind of over it (at least for the time being)... sure, I still get in the baking zone, but I'm not walking around covered in flour with a permanent blissed out expression on my face.  I did make a fantastic all-time-awesome chocolate cake (the recipe is from allrecipes.com, it's called

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-11422557883843420272009-08-31T17:06:00.002+12:002009-08-31T17:19:39.253+12:00

Oh my Godzilla, was that Cupcake Day?  More like Cupcake Two-Hours!  Yeesh!  If I'd have known what a ravenous pack of... ravens... was going to descend on our wee cupcake stand, I'd have baked more!No, that is a horrible lie.  I would not have baked more.  I baked twenty four cupcakes on Sunday, in two different flavours, and with all the icing them and sticking them into cute little cellophane

ElleJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933639545196253322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054931295613648623.post-15023424381759687212009-08-22T15:33:00.004+12:002009-08-22T15:46:46.914+12:00

Okay, in a bit of shameless promotion, it's CUPCAKE DAY next week (er, not next week... the week after next... the 31st of August, anyway) All the proceeds from cupcakes sold on Cupcake Day will go direct to the SPCA.  Pretty awesome, eh?So my cupcakes will be up at Massey, but I'm sending some along to my husband's work too.  So far, I've been figuring out some flavours that should go down well

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So... after seeing 'It Might Get Loud' a few weeks ago as part of the New Zealand Film Festival, I've been a tad... not obsessed, strictly, but it would be close, with the imagery of the White Stripes.  I'll tell you a wee bit about the film - it's... er... stars?  Subjects is probably a better word, are Jack White (of the White Stripes), The Edge (from U2), and *gasp* JIMMY PAGE.  Yes.  He

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Sorry, Maurice Sendack fans, I couldn't resist it.   Unfortunately, these little beauties don't have that much in common with Mickey and his adventures in the milk of the night kitchen... Um, I suppose you do make batter when you're making cupcakes, but that's about where the similarity ends.  By the by, did you know that 'In the Night Kitchen' has been a banned book in some public libraries in

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Well, now that I'm thinking of famous women to pay homage to in baked goods form, I can't seem to get past the idea of Queen Elizabeth I.  She is one of my favourite historical figures, just because she comes off as such a hardass, when really she seems to me to just have a big front so no-one would know how petrified she was of losing power.  I mean, you can hardly blame her, it was a psycho

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Okay, so who comes to mind as soon as you see leopard print cupcake cases?  Tarzan?  Ivana Trump?  Maybe for you, but for me, it's Peggy Bundy.  I remember watching Married With Children with my Dad when I was a kid (I didn't get any of the jokes, I just laughed because of the studio audience)  and ever since then two thinks have been constant.  One, always trust that Dad has cool taste.  Two, my

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