Fatboybakes' Fattening Favourites

[FOR GYM RELATED POSTS please visit me at fatboybakesatgym to read about my flailing gym life] [UPDATE : For the sake of posterity, and for some really outstandingly blogworthy events, I've set up fatboybakeslimitedition . Sorry, it's a perverse addiction from which there is no escape!!! Argh, cursed is this blog thing] Hey guys, the blog is 9 months old....so the gestation period is over. This is officially my last entry for this blog. Will leave it on for awhile for posterity sake, but there will be no further entries, and I think I'll eventually get around to removing it from cyberspace, once I've saved everything. Thanks for reading, and to those friends who have been relying on this media to keep in touch, well, we'll just resort to emails like the good old days. For now the recipe blog is also remain. SOOOOO LONNNNNNNGGGGGGGG EVERYONE, ADIOS!!!!!

Now that the compulsory period for the new release of body step 62 is over, FSI made sure he lived up to his reputation of Fearsome Squat Instructor. Maybe the lunchtime crowd had wind of this impending torture, as the class wasn't as crowded as it usually is, or people have been eating too many chocolate easter eggs, and can't move. Even his party track had squats. Great music though, very retro era, with songs like "Living next door to Alice" (gawd how I hate Alice), Gimme Gimme Gimme (A Man After Midnight)'.... Made the above, Lemon Meringue Pie for family dinner. (which was postponed from the usual tuesday, since it was a holiday). Nothing else interesting to report. Days of blogging may be numbered.

The kids had an even busier long weekend than I did. Their grandparents brought them to Port Dickson on Monday morning, (most schools were shut coz of sports day on saturday), where they looked like they had a gala time, ....even visited the Military Museum, by the looks of it. At night, it was DISNEY ON ICE. The organisers of these events really need to rethink their pricing strategy. On the eve of a public holiday, the massive traffic jam outside the stadiums turned out to be a red herring, and was no indication of the crowd within the stadium....must be the usual after work crawl in that area. The stadium was only a bout 1/3rd full. Well, with that kind of pricing, I'm hardly surprised. Rink side seats cost in excess of RM200. For a family of four, that's nearly a thousand bucks. How many people can afford to blow RM1000 on a 2 hour show, that was actually very mediocre??? Godpa and Godma came along, which was nice, at least I didnt have to worry about bringing the kids to t

My Little Princess I cannot believe that last week, this time, baby hadn't even been born yet, and I was probably eating nasi lemak at the hospital cafetaria. Anyway, on Friday, decided to skip gym, coz 1. FPI is no longer teaching pump there, 2. our church's new senior pastor was to visit our cell group that night, and since I was the host, I thought I better make sure I was at home on time, and prepare supper. The sponge cakes I made with the new found cake mixer stand turned out quite well, and using an idea inspired by AL, (another RPM instructor), I layered it with a mixture of oreos and whipped cream, and another layer of chocolate cream, topped with a chocolate ganache. For the savouries, made a luncheon meat and mushroom quiche. The cell group meeting went well, though initially the few of us present were a bit stressed, coz 1. evil twin gave wrong directions, and the church administrator and pastor got lost, 2. hardly anyone showed up on time, so we were a bit panicked

On Friday evening, at about 5pm, ( I had to fetch the kids from their Mandarin Class at 4.30pm, hence was home at that hour), wifey suddenly announced that we had to go to the hospital, or something to that effect......based on one of the following: That article is taken from this book: And we went based on this premise: As it turns out, it was a false alarm, and after sms-ing Shades to inform him that I could not attend his last pump class in MRB, we were told by the doctor to go back and wait until the water bag bursts or contractions begin. So had to re-sms my dinner host and tell her we were coming for dinner after all. Part of the reason for dinner was to help out for the wedding decorations for the impending wedding of our dear friend, Woman Marrying Gwai Low, who had her hen night cum birthday celebration recently. Recruited for the task of cutting out paper butterflies, and decorating them, was basically the Red Planet Team. After a scrumptious dinner, it was time for labour.