So I wanted to make a pavlova. . .
and then I found that my flatmate does not even have half the necessary baking gear for such a task (and it *is* only pavlova). ’tis a sad, sad day for Pavlova Kristian. You know, I could run off to a Walmart and buy all the stuff I need, but I actually feel much better bitching about it on my blog. Yes, this was really just a post to keep my blog updated. ...