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This is the gingerbread my mother has been making forever. We eat it every Christmas. Actually, we eat it throughout the fall and winter, because eating it just once a year would be silly. This Christmas, the entire Beaucoup Family will be reunited at Beaucoup Headquarters. It has been years since we’ve all been together to celebrate the season, and you can bet this cake will be just one of many holiday traditions to be revived later this month.
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Last week, 2.0 and I went out to by a vacuum cleaner, and bought a car instead.
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I made this cake last week to mark Oliver Rutherford’s third birthday. He likes buttercream more than any other Rutherford, which makes him the best Rutherford in my books. I thought you might enjoy some pointers on assembling a cake of this sort. Mostly because it is SUPER EASY. If not, scram. You won’t like the rest of this post.
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I’ve been at the studio this week – rehearsals have started for a ballet we’re producing. When you haven’t used your body properly (or at all) for a few weeks, it means your body will make weird moaning sounds when you try to engage Ballet Mode. Also, when you’ve spent most of August working from home, you get accustomed to the joys of working without human contact. So when people talk to you during rehearsals, you sometimes forget to answer. Or just don’t feel like it.
Working from home this month also means I’ve saved up some more crap to tell you about. Let’s kill this beast.
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Back in 2005, I went to France for Christmas. It was awesome, except that the man sitting next to me on the plane was sucked out of the aircraft via the toilet. The man was sitting next to me when we departed from Montreal that cold December night, but once the plane had reached cruising altitude he went to the washroom, and didn’t return. Ever. He didn’t even come back for the things he had stashed away in the overhead compartment.
movita beaucoup 