White Mice for Breakfast

"O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men!"

Chi’s Hake February 4, 2010

Filed under: Confectionary — theotherhand @ 12:03 am
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So recently, while the world has been touting the fame of this hot new blog site to all and sundry, (why do I get an image of plastic hair bands and combs with that word?) I just happened to MENTION in passing the wit and elegance of my inaugural post to some acquaintances and admirers. Whilst they were swooning into their kir royales, my esteemed colleague Ms. Punnington observed that, as yet, said hot new blog site has only the one post.

To this I reply:

HAKE. CHI’S HAKE.

And before you ask, no, this is not a mythical Asian tale involving a wish granting, but ultimately treacherous fish. It is a post about CAKE. (Ms. Punnington, I assume you will have grasped this at the title, everyone else, think fast)

Come on… Chi ….

and   

… Haaaaake.

Put it together and what’ve you got? That right, this.

Yes, who wouldn’t wish.  No, in fact, whilst I was a-fixing my new battleship hair ornament to my powdered curls, I received a tasty surprise visit from my dear friend Pamela Vartue, who escorted me to the towering garret where several of my close comrades dwell in bookish harmony. There, I was greeted by the sparkling sight of an impromptu soirée and a marvellous CHEESECAKE. Or rather, a marvellous white chocolate and blueberry cheesecake, with meticulous Times New Roman Numbering. Observe…

Beauty to behold. And delicious I assure you! (And clever! The book-learned amongst you will know that ‘chi’ is the 22nd letter in the Greek alphabet; which surely puts the ‘chi’ in Chi’shake. I can also assure you, that although it LOOKS like a 22nd birthday cake, it is rather indicative of my success in the ’22 Crumpets in a Minute Challenge.’ To tell you my age, dear readers, would be most unseemly).

Sadly, on this occasion, my faithful crumpeteers, I will not be providing the recipe. (I may do so at some point in the future, if Ms. Punnington, the confectioner responsible for the cakey creation, so obliges.) However, as my dear Grandmama, Lady Iris Gindram frequently tells me, if you presume to ask what such a paragon of patisserie contains, you should expect the answer, “Shit and Sugar.”.

Until tea-time,

Esther. xxx

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