Singlarity: Single Hilarity

August 26, 2008

From the Food Editor: Boozecakes

Filed under: AynRant — singlarity @ 3:26 pm
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I consider myself something of a “foodie,” and by foodie I mean looking at recipes online, dreaming and drooling while torturing myself with all the delicious things I can’t eat because I don’t want to get fat again.

So with that in mind, I’ve taken charge as food editor here because I wanted to, no one else has claimed it, and I want desperately to talk about food.

It’s a sickness, and I’m going to ask that you indulge me by reading, O Enabler.

As a follow-up to the Partygirls — you know, the kind who put booze in their cupcakes — I’ve got two recipes for boozecakes, culled from the online archives of FoodNetwork.com and RecipeZaar.com, two of my favorite food porn and torture sites.

Read more to enjoy!

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August 13, 2008

She Puts Booze In Her Cupcakes*

Filed under: Nibby — singlarity @ 12:04 am
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Hey you, Party Girl! Saw you last night on the way to the washroom. I wasn’t sure whether you were on your way to blow chunks or to blow some guy, so I didn’t bother to say “Hello!” We’re not really friends but we seem to bump into each other every time I’m out bar-hopping. Then again, you go out every night, so I was bound to see you. I just thought I’d let you know that people aren’t saying nice things about you. They certainly aren’t saying the same nice things they say to your face like, “Baby, you’re so hot when you drink!” or “You have the perfect navel for body shots!”, or my personal favourite “It’s okay, you can barf on my junk when you’re done.” I won’t repeat the nasty stuff I’ve heard. I know you’re hungover ears couldn’t deal with that right now. Maybe after you pick yourself off the floor of this truck stop restroom and wipe the smudged mascara that’s surrounding your bloodshot eyes, we could have a little chat over some really really strong coffee and I could take you down to the ER so someone could take a look at that infected tattoo on your ankle. Yeah, I’m a saint and I love the view from my high horse, but you know honey, I’m not the one with a used condom stuck to her inner-thigh.

*Title courtesy of Retro Vixen’s mom, The Cross Crusader

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