Blogging has run away from me lately. So much so that I wrote this post early last week and promptly forgot to hit the publish button. Yeah, it was a face-palm moment. Aaaanyway, we got there eventually…here we go! With the semester drawing to an end and essays piling high, blogging has slipped down a rung or two on the ladder of priorities. However, with an anthropology test looming tomorrow it’s reached the point at which one tosses flash cards into the air, collapses face first into the sofa and groans in exasperation. No. More. Revision. Baking thus becomes a knight in shining armour. A welcome distraction from structuralism, witchcraft and fraternal polyandry. It’s that productive type of procrastination – in the same league as obsessive cleaning or manic gardening. But wait, there’s more. Just to better it’s fellow contestants, flying past in the sprint to ‘number one’ procrastination, baking produces the ultimate reward. That’s right, an edible one. Continue reading
