Wow… 300th post? I never actually thought I would reach here…
And I never would have without you wonderful readers, who have become friends! 😀
SO THANK YOU SO MUCH!! (I have a few giveaways coming up in the near future, so I shall thank you all properly then :D)
And I thought a one year anniversary was a milestone! 😛
That’s right, 2 years ago, on this very day (though I admit, it was probably not a Tuesday), Go Bake Yourself was born. It was a difficult birth, as all births are, with a majorly long labour period and the pains, OH, the pains! You keep clicking and hoping everything is going to be ok, but it still hurt so much when you forget to save your changes or something!
And I wasn’t even at a computer hospital if I needed help!
I was staggering under the weight – should I choose this theme, why is my screen black, oh no, the cramps are starting in my legs from sitting down too long – pain right?
And then slowly, painfully, it took all day at the desk, Go Bake Yourself was born. Pronounced a food blog, she was quite a white creation, with a gorgeous green highlight and black frangipani designs. How I wish I had print screened her, but back in those days, I was new to the whole ‘blogger’ thing!
As she grew, more and more people began to notice her sweetness and desperation love of chocolate. I was quite flattered actually 😉
Just a reminder before beginning this post to go and enter my international giveaway in my last post 😀
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CCU yawned, all relaxed and invigorated after her much-too-long…. I suppose you could call it a holiday…. slightly 😉
Her stomach rumbled and she thought to herself, ‘how long had it been since she had visited a decent place?’
She swung out of bed, and just while brushing her teeth, she decided that, being sick of the whole city scene she was so used to and to appease her growling stomach, she would take a visit to the countryside… Little did she know she would be visiting more than one decent trip…
Although Valentine’s day was roughly a week ago, I have a story to tell you which I should have told you on that day. It is the story of a girl and a berry. And the true love they found in each other and the tragic consequences that followed. I believe Shakespeare has jinxed love forever with his Romeo and Juliet. A pox on you!
But let me go back to this tale. Girl was at a supermarket. She looked through a hole-y plastic bag which she accidentally (I call it fate really) picked up and through it, saw a little box. And that box had some cranberries in it. Big, fat, juicy dried cranberries. It called to her from beyond its plastic packaging and while the girl was a little apprehensive, she bought it.
She got home and prised open the little plastic box. And when she truly met the dried cranberry, a little part of her heart she never knew she had opened up and started singing. And the love affair began. She kept it secret though – didn’t want anyone taking advantage of her weakness to the cranberry. And the cranberries remained sealed for everyone but her.
Girl decided it was time to honour their relationship – she created a recipe just to showcase the cranberry and to show how deeply she felt this bond, she made it red and white, colours of love.
Go Bake Yourself 