It's been a funny old month so far. Last month, and unaware of the official dryathon thing, some friends and I decided to take the pledge for January. We were all very much under the influence at the time ("I bloody love you I do...No, really, you're my best mate, you are...") so it's amazing that we managed to come to a decision at all and even more amazing that 10 days in, we're still happily trundling along on the temperance wagon.
Knowing my trigger points for reaching for the gin - a day ending in "Y" usually - has been useful, but I have been severely tested this week.
David Bowie turning 66 was one and Greggy's elimination was another. Greggy, in case you are blissfully unaware, was a contestant on Cake Boss: Next Great Baker. Camp as a row of tents, Greggy said "like" A LOT and was fluent in emoticon speak: "It was like totes adorbs. I was like face palm, I mean OMG I was like blates jellied." He was completely incomprehensible but I will like totes miss him. Fortunately, a trailer for a new show about Pablo Escobar's errant pet hippos, an every day tale of good hippos gone bad, cheered me up no end and stopped me reaching for the gin bottle.
Another gin trigger point is baking and it will be interesting to see if my results suffer for this lack of baking lubrication. Time will tell. Controversially, rather than go for a spanking new cake to kick off 2013, I decided to make my tasters a cake which pretty much makes everyone smile - the peanut butter cake which I have mentioned before (see
Dobbers birthday) and have made on many occasions but never for rating purposes. With January being a miserable old month, I hope that this cake will have the required effect on the tasters and put a big smile on their lovely little faces. By the by, the slang term for peanut butter in WW2 was monkey butter. Someone missed a trick here not latching on to this - I think it sounds far more fun. Perhaps 2013 could be the year we bring monkey butter back? Someone get Timberlake on the case.
Right, this cake won't deliver itself. Traaa a bit.
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I spent most of December dry due to extra strong prescription pain killers so I am thoroughly enjoying drinking in January. Good luck - Friday night is my worst gin trigger point if ever there was one. This evening, I'm thinking Bombay Sapphire and a slice of lime....
Yes, I felt your booze-free pain last month. Thanks for the good luck wish. Have our regular Pig, Cake and Gin night tonight with friends but of course, sans Gin for me. It's going to be character building, specially now my head is full of Bombay Sapphire! Listen carefully...you might hear me falling off the wagon...
I'm not helping here either am I? Sorry Barnes, not much of a temperance sisterhood are we? You will be bright and beautiful and richer and wiser though - RJ and I will be like that picture of Gin Alley, you know the one...
I've based my whole look on the Gin Alley pics Table. I doubt just a month off the mothers ruin will work the miracles you describe, but I can hope ;)
I love the term 'monkey butter' - it sounds way more fun! Good luck with your dry January attempt!
Monkey butter - it's the future! Thanks Kat, I have a feeling I'll need it :)
I love the monkey cake idea...it's becoming difficult to bake a cake and use peanuts (are the allergies all over the place these days????). I'm over 40 + two young kids and all of the sudden dry days are the normality... (I use to drink vodka, I mean just vodka no juice).
I agree Rita, nut allergies are everywhere aren't they! Peanuts, almonds, walnuts... All I can do is put nuts on the top of the cake to make it very obvious to anyone who suffers. It's a cruel world that gives you an allergy to peanut butter! I also agree that past 40, the booze consumption has to change. Another cruelty we have to endure :)
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