high-bar baking

My father’s favourite dog was named Jasmine. Now, I think he’s actually very attached to the current dogs, but he would never admit that. 

Jasmine was a man’s man’s dog. She was half of a skilled hunting duo; rabbits did not survive the backyard during the reign of Jazz and her sister Sidney. She was afraid of nothing, even when she probably should have been. And when I came home from the hospital (I was the first baby), neither dog slept for three days; they were so stressed out from being in constant protection mode. Eventually they collapsed, exhausted, under my crib, where they would sleep for years. 

Jazz’s sight went, by the end. The fearless bit never left, though. She’d come at you ready to rumble if you stepped into her territory. You’re like, “Dude, it’s me. In… a hat.” As she’d loaf on back to her bed, you could almost hear her old-man grumble, “Sorry… sorry… why you gotta be wearing a hat anyway…” 

I am wearing a hat right now, if you’re wondering where that came from. Can’t put a hat on without being ready to whip it off at a moment’s notice, should a very loud, very mutt-y Lab mix make her presence known. 

These are my Halloween Spiders, my go-to for every party around the holiday. They’re so cute and so creepy, all at the same time! The perfect complement to the season. One of the only times I fiddle with post-bake decorative bits. But they’re worth it. 

I have to be the belle of every ball, don’tcha know? Including ones where I’m dressed as Maverick. 

I feel the need… the need for speed!