This weekend was characterised by the intake of an abundance of sugar (of the “a minute on your lips, a lifetime on your hips” variety). Very, very much sugar was consumed. As a result, a number of sugar highs and ensuing lows were had, some more intense than others.
And all this was done in the name of fundraising for some sport I’ve never heard of, and still really cannot describe or identify, called Crossfit. I thought it might have involved horses, Mauve Dane suggested that perhaps mountains were involved, and Goth Girl and The Director seemed to have no idea whatsoever. No matter – the important thing was that the fundraising involved the tasting of more than a dozen different varieties of chocolate cake and a cup of tea, which is an utterly fabulous way to pass a sunny, Highveld winter’s morning.
We all voted for our favourite, and a cake that was all looks but no substance very nearly won – it was fittingly named the ‘Los Angeles Cake’ by the Dane. This was a damn fine idea, and I would love to repeat this with other cakes and foodstuffs, barring chillies.
On an entirely different note, I saw an article on Alternet today describing how a right-wing conference was held in America very recently to figure out how to get Republicans to regain a majority there. A quote from the article reads: “During one discussion, panelists suggested supporting English-only initiatives as a prime way of attracting ‘working class white Democrats’.”
Here’s a picture of the banner they chose to display.