Not a Story to Pass on

A bite from Windowsill Pie’s Lime and Vodka Pie is sure to zap you out of any post lunch food coma. This pie is an Electric concoction of the danger of vodka and the zinging aftertaste of lime. Who would have thought about turning a night time favourite alcohol drink into a pie for tea? Well these guys did, and they have a winner.

A bite from Windowsill Pie’s Lime and Vodka Pie is sure to zap you out of any post lunch food coma. This pie is an Electric concoction of the danger of vodka and the zinging aftertaste of lime. Who would have thought about turning a night time favourite alcohol drink into a pie for tea?

Well these guys did, and they have a winner.

Think about a piece of heaven- a piece of cloud soaked in caramel and banana essence. Now, as your teeth and lips goes right into the pie it comes on to the most crunchable and crispy bits of toffee. And there you have it. Windowsill Pie’s Banoffee Pies. Sweetness in the creme and sweetness in the crisps. They are a sweet tooth’s wildest dream.

Think about a piece of heaven- a piece of cloud soaked in caramel and banana essence. Now, as your teeth and lips goes right into the pie it comes on to the most crunchable and crispy bits of toffee.

And there you have it. Windowsill Pie’s Banoffee Pies.

Sweetness in the creme and sweetness in the crisps. They are a sweet tooth’s wildest dream.
#whitagram Chocolate and Marshmallow Pie! (at Windowsill Pies)

#whitagram Chocolate and Marshmallow Pie! (at Windowsill Pies)

Hey Shameera

I was going to bathe in my newly crowned ‘favorite’ cubicle (which has the strongest water pressure) when I spied from the corner of my eye a person I really didn’t like walking into the cubicle next to me. Clearly perturbed, I decided that my bathing experience was going to be diminished with him next to me. So I took all my stuff and when to my old ‘favorite’ cubicle- the biggest and most spacious cubicle.

As I was lathering myself, a though came to me- who would I save first if all of my friends were trapped in a fire. Evidently, the heavy amount of smoke had fired of a series of synapses in my brains. This pun was intended.

At this moment a realization came to me. If there ever was a fire, I would want it to be scripted and I would love to die in the fire with Shameera. Gurl friend, can you imagine all the fun we would have screaming at the top of our lungs, your hair flailing in abject horror while I holler operatically in my stentorian bellows to the heavens. Oh my just writing this down is bringing a smile to my face.

I just thought I should write this down-

“Hey Shameera, I don’t think there is anyone else I would have as much fun “dying” with.”

centuriespast: HEMESSEN, Catharina van Self-Portrait 1548 Oil on panel, 32 x 25 cm Öffentliche Kunstsammlung, Basel

centuriespast:

HEMESSEN, Catharina van

Self-Portrait

1548

Oil on panel, 32 x 25 cm

Öffentliche Kunstsammlung, Basel

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Little Red Riding Hood by Daniel Egneus

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Last night, I realised, quite frightened, that JC wasn’t a bad time at all. Looking back all my sadness and anguish just seems so foolish, at least I was stuck in positivity for the future. At least I was certain of some things, and how I used to comfort myself “every thing will be alright once I leave this place”. Now I’ve left that place but its, god, worse? Most of my high hopes are dashed, people haven’t changed for the better, they’re worse, I am worse. And sigh, still here.

Inside all of us is a wild thing.: Stay

My sister and her boyfriend of 7 (8?) years were cleaning the dishes after dinner today, and I was eavesdropping on all their conversations. I had a bad day and was not looking forward to being in the company of happy people but that sting soon resided into a certain comfort. I don’t look to my…

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