Baking botch -up

Coming from a family of three sisters and being the only jamaa, I never really got familiar with lots of household chores. I was never a great cook so when I moved out on my own, I mostly always relied on cook books and magazines like Tupike, since I wanted to get it right. I also loved to impress when there were visitors around.

My friends had been planning to come over and check out my new place over evening tea. I thought of what to make them, and perused the magazines for ideas. I finally settled for a chocolate cake. After many attempts to bake it, I finally got it right. So then, the day my friends were coming, I took the opportunity to surprise them with the home baked chocolate cake. Everything went well until I opened the oven to take the cake out.

The cake was completely flat; it had a funny texture and looked nothing like my previous attempts. I was so embarrassed I tried to hide the cake but my friends were not going to let me get away with it. Red faced I covered the cake with icing sugar and served it. It was the most awful cake I’ve ever tasted; my friends still tease me about it.

Washi

Alcohol blow

When I read about Philip’s embarrassing moment on this page recently of how he embarrassed himself in front of his family members due to alcohol, I couldn’t help but remember the time when I was much younger and had never taken beer before in my life. A guy invited me to an open-air concert, and we were sitting on a blanket, listening to the bands. He offered me a beer and I didn’t want him to think that I was a naÔve little country girl. I grabbed the beer can and gulped it in seconds. Not surprisingly, I felt very dizzy and I toppled over and couldn’t lift my head. My date was concerned that he could have been entertaining an ‘under 18’ and ignored me for the rest of the concert. Do I have to add I never saw him again?

Rachael

Matchmakers

I have really well intentioned, but nosey friends. Friends who love me so much, they really want to help me find love. Or they really need some gossip to fill their lives.

So, when I started crushing over this guy (the newest addition to our extended group of friends), everyone had a stake in the action – exchanging grins and nudges every time I tried to talk to him.

Unable to make contact within this pack of wolves, I decided to make my move in the solitude of my car by offering him a ride home after a party. I thought I was being really smooth, and was totally shocked when he shot me down. Just a simple "no thanks, I’d really rather not."

I went home in a daze, and nursed my bruised ego with gin and tonic until I passed out.

I woke up at 10am, remembering a brunch date I’d made with a couple of my friends the day before. I looked like shit, but it was too late to cancel, so I hit the road.

The first to arrive at the restaurant, I took a seat, and started looking through the menu. Suddenly, I heard my name. I looked up to find my crush looking at me in disbelief (and horror).

Turns out that my lovely friends (unaware of my previous night’s adventures) had set us up on a date, tricking us both into thinking we were there to meet other people.

Sandra