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Death By Chocolate And The Birth Of A Blog.

Death By Chocolate And The Birth Of A Blog.

Three years. I can’t believe it’s really been three years. Three years ago today I timidly introduced myself and stepped into the blogosphere. I baked cookies, snapped some photos, met you fine folks, wrote about life and wrote about love, laughed, learned, grew. I want to say thank you for being so patient with me….
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Another Year Of Pink, Pretty, Play.

Another Year Of Pink, Pretty, Play.

Today is a very special day! Today Hot Polka Dot turns two and yours truly turns twenty-six. To mark the occasion I have precisely twenty-six grey hairs sprouting from my right temple. I also had two pieces of this impressive specimen of pink sweetness. I thought long and hard about what sort of cake to…
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The Last Cookie.

The Last Cookie.

When you bake cookies it’s like some kind of earth-shattering domestic phenomenon. The house fills with the intoxicating scent of fresh baked love all gooey with melted chocolate chips, chewy with oats and sweetly studded with dried cranberries. Suddenly people from all corners of the home come out of hiding and follow their noses to…
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Sunsets and Suntans.

Sunsets and Suntans.

It’s officially Summertime. There’s always time when we’re on Summertime. It’s like a magical time zone where days are long and nights are cool. Where sunsets are made of cotton candy clouds and violet watercolour skies. Where the grass is green and the flowers greet you with a smile. Where the popsicles are always cold…
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Crash.

Crash.

I’m sick of being sick. I’ve been flat on my back eating nothing but handfuls of chicken noodle soup and crackers. Before you start to wonder how exactly you go about clutching a fistful of soup let me distract you with these cookies. Feel better? Me too. For now. Otherwise I’d still be asleep and…
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Good For What Ails You.

Good For What Ails You.

I get the hiccups. Quite frequently. It’s an annoyance. It’s a curse. Now let me be clear. We’re not talking those aw-isn’t-that-cute-she-squeeks-like-a-mouse kind of hiccups. We’re talking feels-like-I’ve-been-kicked-in-the-throat-by-a-workhorse-gasping-for-breath-like-I’m-drowning kind of hiccups. These are grown up hiccups people. The man to hold the world record for the longest case of hiccups is named Charles Osborne who…
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