Cupcakes. People love them. Not a surprise. Bacon can go into it. I am prepared for more surprises. You can spend hours searching for recipes. If not for the limited mixes, it would be the case of a donkey in a hay circle. I cut the process short by walking to the store and found white cupcakes as the morning chicks. Berry Poke, the suggested recipe with strawberry fill, quite appealing did not ooze natural,fresh feel. In the fruit section, yellow mangoes beckoned as well as brown-green kiwis. The next morning, as I peeled the fruits, the chill taste in the morning mouth had me wary of the fruit add-ons. I added half of what I could or should have. When I tasted the baked mango, it was soft. Would a bitter or sour one taste different? The ones who got kiwis kept looking for it, may be it almost melted.
In a day long course meant for project management, the lesson I learnt was to win that day, I should have taken risk as it was a dummy project. But even in the board game, where I try to invoke the lesson, I find myself sticking to the safe route.
In 'Going Away to think' Scott Slovic pits flavor against risk in the choices that we have of leading life. It has happened a couple of times that I read the book in a gender's persona and am then surprised when they break the congruity.
My roomate was looking for pomegranates. She had a recipe for it. I had not found it in the fruit section mentioned earlier. She kept trying store after store, I kept running my not seasonal spin, not even knowing its season. In the northern hemisphere it is from September to February.
I am on my way to break two misconceptions. In one case it is lame. I shied from trying a recipe with king oyster mushrooms as I didnt like the 'oyster' name in it. I have always hated the papaya seeds, and hence the fruit. Now I have a shredded papaya. There is a little cheating here. This is whitish green, so not totally taming the orange/yellow papaya but atleast some kind of papaya.
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