High

I'm high, and at work.

No.... not really! Heh! Me? High? I don't even like the smell of weed. :o
But I did bring to work some of the cake my Mom had baked for Christmas and yeah, what a surprise.

See, Mom's sugi (semolina) and butter cakes have the same shade of yellow. The same golden/bronze-ish soft tops and I'd taken a huge wedge to work. Only, as I munched in, the first bite told me texture and taste were different. Way different And as I slowly ate that huge wedge, I felt a flush grow. Then I realised that I'd been smelling a faint but persistant aroma. No, this is not butter cake for sure!

Yeah. I had forgotten that Mom'd been super generous with the brandy which she'd sloshed liberally into the sugi cake. And yes, that wedge had enough brandy to give me a flush. It's the chinese half in me, that easy skin flushing.......


No, I am not high. Quite coherent, thank you very much!


PS - on second thoughts perhaps I SHOULD take up drinking again. Lord knows I need the fuzzy protection from stupid customers.