ILE Great Bake Off

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The game is to describe as accurately as possible your overall mood of the past two days using as metaphors the appropriate items of Baked Goods. (Baked Goods = cakes, biscuits, cookies, flans, puddings, pies, muffins etc).

Yesterday: I was a piece of slightly too dry wedding cake, wrapped in a scrumply serviette and left on a folding chair. A fat lady in vinyl trousers sat on me.

Today: I am a blackberry cupcake with vanilla icing, decorated with sugared violets. I am in Rick O'Casek's lunch box.

― rainy, Thursday, 23 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I feel like an oatmeal cookie, being eaten by the people at work. Sigh.

― Ally, Thursday, 23 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Today, burnt pizza. Rough, repulsive. but somehow still yummy.

― Graham, Thursday, 23 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I am a piece of bland white Wonderbread that got dunked into someone's Ramen noodle soup (vegetable flavor) and left on the table to drip two days ago; I have hardened slightly but am still damp and getting more and more unappetizing. Also, I have blue and green spots, though I'm still mostly beige. (This describes my outfit, too. Joy.)

― Lyra, Thursday, 23 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Yesterday I felt like a nicely balanced straight-up pho, all the right ingredients and the hoisin sauce and more, only getting a bit sour in the stomach at the end of the day. Today I veered between bitter cranberry scones, if there are such things, and a fresh green salad. No dressing, please.

― Ned Raggett, Thursday, 23 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Raw dough. White (or off white as the case may be), lumpy, formless, tasteless, tough to stomach on its own, and useless until someone comes along and decides to do something with it.

― jess, Thursday, 23 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I am a mirangue. An aquired taste.

― JM, Friday, 24 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I am not a baked good, you stupid fucks.

― Otis Wheeler, Friday, 24 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

yesterday i saw you and i was like a - cake that had gotten old but then got made into trifle

― maryann, Friday, 24 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

i am a cold samosa.

― lady die, Friday, 24 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I am one of the runn y eggs served to Hanle y at the Waffle House.

― Tadeusz Suchodolski, Friday, 24 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Today i am a collapsed souffle. Started so well and then well...

― anthony, Friday, 24 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Anthony surely you could have used the yeast in the middle of your name, god I'm punning like a tabloid today

― Ronan, Friday, 24 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I am a Sacher Torte wrapped in a paper bag from Greggs.

― Madchen, Friday, 24 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Yesterday I was a half eaten tipsy cake.

― Billy Dods, Friday, 24 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

You'll always be fruitcakes to me

― Ronan Fitzgerald, Friday, 24 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Definitely runny egg so far, but maybe I'll get baked into something tasty later. (ha!)

― Lyra, Friday, 24 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Half eaten croissant that's been soaked in beer.

― nathalie, Friday, 24 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Toast.

― Kim, Friday, 24 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

A bruised apple hanging onto the tree in the sunshine.

― Lyra, Saturday, 25 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

battenberg!

― jel, Saturday, 25 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

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