Me and my, erh, twelve

Jon and Kate may have their brood of 8, but I have my 12.

My twelve dark chocolatey babies.

Painstakingly conceived and created.

My babies just out of the oven, cooling on a muffin tray.

My, erh, 11 babies. I ate one, to make sure it was edible.

From the looks of it, with my fairness, my mate would have to have been a really dark chocolate-y, erh, person. I'm not sure whether there's even a simple convenient way to describe dark chocolate-y people, so I'll just leave them described as such - dark, chocolate-y people. Just to assure people that I don't mean this in any derogatory manner, let me just describe myself as a milky tea person - not quite brown, more beige-y white.


As you can tell, my attempts at making my food look delicious quite literally suck. I think the muffins would have looked just as "delicious", I really mean, just as unappetising even if they were blue in colour, just like this.

How the picture turned out, after my attempt to make my muffins look nicer, by fiddling with the flash thingey. I'm not sure what I finally did do to the camera.