If there's one thing that truly offends my culinary sensibilities, that turns me like Superman in the presence of kryptonite into a force of pure devilment, it's flies. I HATE them, HATE THEM! The moment I hear that continuous maddening buzz my blood boils and such evilness I never believed I had within comes to the fore. The thought of those hideous, germ ridden, dog poo residing, mucus gobbing creatures of pure foulness mounting their air-born attack upon my beautiful, love infused cakes is unbearable. Guard them against such assault I will, the flies will never have my cakes, NEVER!
As for those pesky wasps. . .
I was once eating a delicious slice of homemade apple pie when one of the buggers decided it was a good idea to reside on my fork as I put it in the old gob. What ensued was a little bit of panic, an inflamed lip, a dead wasp, 2 hours in casualty and a prescription of antihistamines.
Posted by: Peter the cake eater | 20 January 2008 at 04:54 AM