Sunday, 15 August 2010


What is more guilty than parking on a double yellow line without a parking permit? A cupcake bearing a crunchy!

I associate crunchies with walking back from school and feeling like a little reward. In fact, I used to believe that crunchies were  made out of real honey comb. How disappointed I was to find out twenty years later that in actual fact they are product of baked soda! Still perfect though!

Why is the centre of the interior darker than than the interior's exterior?

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