Some people probably find my sporadic blogging schedule charming. "Will there be an update this month? No? Perhaps in 2011?" I feel that it gives the hoi polloi something to look forward to and chat about on these dark and chilly bay area evenings. Unfortunately, my wife is not one of these people. I have largely myself to blame, as her expectations on the speed of content generation and her consumption of said content have been set by her iPhone, a birthday present that she has taken to in the same way that lab rats take buttons that they can push to send a quick zap into the pleasure centers of their brains. My usual response after being asked if I only updated this thing annually is that I'd write more if she baked more. However, she's been quick to point out that there's somewhat of a backlog of items that for one reason or another (indolence, and some sort of synonym for indolence), I've failed to post on.
With that in mind, here's a Pokemon cake that she made for Conor's friend Oliver late last year. Even at the best of times, I'm not too sharp on these guys names. Add ten months from baking time and the sleeplessness of new fatherhood (throat clearing from Lisa on that point), and I'm afraid that I'm quite useless - the yellow one is Pikachu. I think the one that looks like a turtle is called Turtwig. Beyond that, it's anyone's guess. Well, anyone, unless you are a 5-7 year old boy, in which case I'm quite sure you can identify them all, and then smirk that they're not nearly as powerful as some of the legendary Pokemon that you have in your card set.
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