But when the protestors started throwing fireworks at police horses, we decided it was time to leave quietly, and I ate marmite on toast in front of my shabby-chic friend's open fire. A great day.
2. The macaroons. What can I say? They were supposed to look like exquisite, french boutique gems, but maybe that was a bit ambitious. Our English teacher is completely crazy, obsessed with the motif of the macaroons in Ibsen's "A Doll's House", and harboures a hatred agasinst me and shabby-chic friend. Naturally, being the lovely girls we are, we decided to light up her little face by baking some macaroons. A recipe for disaster.
In the lunchhour we toddled off to Sainsburys, pictures of fluffy pastel coloured cakes in our heads. But luck was against us, and we got distracted. After 40minutes spent eating hummus, pitta and falafels in the famous Falafel King we trudged up the hill to school. An hour later, and I had been set free from french grammar, and it was back to Sainsburys. Blue, green, red and yellow food colouring, some dubiously pungent essence of strawberry, crystalised orange and lemon bits, cooking butterscotch and a flake after that, and we were on our way to mine. So we got a bit overexcited with the colouring, but we were still hopeful.
Unfortunately the finished result was not so pretty. The butterscotch ones ran into a sticky, flourescent yellow mess, the strawberry ones never made it of the tray they were firmly rooted to, the blue and green st. clements flavoured ones were, as you might expect, just plain weird, and there weren't enough chocolate ones to go round the class. What's more, we ran out of time to sandwich them together with icing. The result? A strange assortment of very flat, very chewy, very bright biscuits.
3. The first snow of the winter!! I can't remember the last time it snowed in november... here's to a white Christmas!
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