Baking Fails

I love to bake. I love to make tasty creations and try new techniques in my quest to be a better baker.

Alas, not everything that comes out of the oven is brilliant.

Cast your mind back to April of 2020, where a lot of places, all round the world, were in the midst of what would become the first lockdown for many.

Baking your own bread became all the rage and the internet was filled with pictures of golden, fluffy successes. So I decided to give it a try myself!

I had a fairly old-fashioned recipe book that I could use and all the ingredients, so why not? After all, they made bread at home all the time in the olden days (the book is actually from the 50’s so while not particularly ancient, it often seems older than it is), how hard could it be?

Harder than anticipated it turns out, and my sad, chewy loaf was a testament to that.

Check out the pictures below the cut and bask in the inedible inadequacy of my shame.

bon appétit

In a Moment

The first time I used my powers was on my way to work.

Just like every other morning, I got on the train at my station and settled in for the ride. Some days I got a seat, others, I missed out, but it was always the same journey.

Except for that day. I didn’t mean to do it, it just seemed to happen.

Halfway to the city, my eyes felt lazy with sleep as I watched a new wave of people board the carriage. The doors beeped a few times, then closed and off we were, headed to the next stop.

The young woman across from me fumbled; too many things in her hands. Her purse, her phone, tap card and coffee. It must have been the bustle of the train, or perhaps she was just having an unlucky morning, but I saw her coffee start to tumble and my heart went into a panic.

‘No!’ I shouted, adrenaline spiking and then it stopped.

Everything stopped.

In that moment I had frozen the train. I had frozen time. I don’t know how far it went; if the cars stopped, the city, or even the world, but the train had its pause button hit.

I was the only person moving.

Time was frozen.

People stared blankly.

It was terrifying.

The most terrifying thing I’d ever experienced. I could move but I had no clue what to do.

It only lasted, maybe, 30 seconds. It was hard to estimate since even the watches had stopped, but one moment everything was frozen and the next, hot coffee was splashing to the floor.

The young woman that owned the coffee cursed and the chatter and rattle of the train rushed through my ears.

I did that.

Just for a moment, I stopped time.

If I could do that, what else could I do?

Welcome!

Hello and welcome to my page.

My name is Elizabeth and I am a writer based in Melbourne, Australia.

Here you will find my original writings, reviews of books, TV shows and movies full of my opinions and a collection of posts based on my other interests.

I’m hoping to expand my content and post regularly in 2021, so hopefully there will be more to see soon!

My reviews and my writings can easily be found on their respective pages. For other content, everything is tagged; so if you want to see all my baking fails in one place, go on and click that link!

The Dry Review

Aaron Falk, a Melbourne based Federal Police Officer, returns to the drought-affected town in the wake of tragedy. The small country town Falk hasn’t been back to in twenty years is reeling from the shocking murder-suicide of the Halder family, perpetrated by Luke Halder, Falk’s childhood friend. The oppressive heat and the cracked, dry land pushes everyone to breaking point, especially when Falk starts asking uncomfortable questions at the behest of Luke’s father. The tragedy and Falk’s return dredges up old memories and suspicions from the past, for Falk and for the town. Can Falk uncover the real truth?

I recommend this book for those that enjoy crime fiction and/or stories set in secretive small towns.

Review

Verandah 33 Review

Verandah Literary and Art Journal
Volume 33

Verandah 33 is built from the emotional and captivating works of emerging and established writers and artists, including a poignant piece from guest author, Anna Spargo-Ryan. This intricate collection of prose, poetry and art will take you on a journey that explores love, loss, joy and the mysteries we find within ourselves.

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