Apple Cider Vinegar

I am trying hard not to judge my sister Eleonora.

HARD.

Today is just one of those days where I think about my sisters. I want Aria to be happy, but how does a woman recuperate from being practically jilted? Daniella is going on a date... with Anthony. That blonde boy is really getting around. He's testing everyone's waters. Fiona is probably having a hard time, and who doesn't care or notice? Eleonora! Her own twin! Too busy stroking the ego of her narcissistic boyfriend.

My sisters. All of them in such a mess!

Me? I bit the apple, and the real world is not so bad. And by apple I mean cupcake.

On a side note, I bought apple cider vinegar today. It breaks down the fat inside the body. My breasts feel too heavy lately so I'm thinking of losing a bit of weight. I'll stir some with water before every meal, and let you know the results.

Twirl

ohmygoditotallylikezacharyidontknowwhattodowithmyselfmyemotionslooklikethiscupcake 

Snake Attack!

I am SO confused. A SNAKE BIT ME. I just slept with a snake, a SNAKE. I want my mommy and my daddy. It attacked me while I was weak! It was lurking in the shadows and out of nowhere it popped up! I had been hearing that little bell for days but I never thought it would actually come at me!

I don't care that it has a rocking body! Or a gourmand's hands and mouth. OH. MY. GOD. I did NOT just get horny. I am SICK. I am ILL. Patrick BROKE ME.

why? Why? WHY?

It is SURELY a poisonous beast! I am going to DIE!

Chicken Parmesan

Today William had a golden opportunity. He's not a good talker but he is a very good masseuse. Unfortunately I get bored quickly. I am tense and heartbroken and moody, and a little rubbing would've been just what the doctor ordered. Unfortunately after two hours rubbing nothing but my hands I grow bored and hungry and want to eat.

I am now cooking a chicken parmesan. I already tasted it and it is delicious. Piping hot tomato sauce and home-cured authentic italian mozzarella. Divine!

Daniella dared Anthony to kiss her while playing videogames. Now that was just mean! Eating in front of a hungry woman! (More reason to cook the parmesan!). I personally believe he has enough food on his plate to feed an adult bear, but, perhaps Daniella needs comforting after Zach-SNAKE-ry brushed her aside to share his "gift" with... "The world".

Are all the Milazzo sisters cursed?

Well, when in crisis, COOK.

Potato & Savoy Cabbage Soup with Bacon

This is delicious and comforting. I made it this morning and I might make it again this afternoon.

I'm mourning. I'm mourning what I think would have been a lovely relationship. I'm mourning a lost opportunity, and I'm mourning the idea of getting to know someone who seemed intelligent and intriguing. I'm mourning the getting to know of a personality that could've been, perhaps, just the right amount of righteous and sneaky. Bold enough to keep things interesting, bad enough to make them a little dangerous, and caring enough to be endearing and safe. 

But enough waxing poetic. I'm getting tired of singing him praises. At the end of the day, I'm worth 100 of him combined. It's an ode to his luck that he caught my eye.

So that's that. And I may be mad, and occasionally sad, but it's over and done.

I know who I am and what I offer. His loss. Not mine.

And as he requested I won't waste my anger on him or my sister. I won't waste my energy on either of them at all. 

Though glaring requires no effort.

Table For One

Patrick came by the office today to finish breaking my heart. Mission accomplished. I can't say there was any other way to do it, because no matter what happened this was going to be the result.

Me, dark chocolate and a table for one.

Sex-cretary

Today my sister asked if we could get back together in business. I refused! Now that she is dating Patrick she no longer has use for being his secretary. I honestly don't care! She can get another job, or stay a sex-cretary!

I don't care if I'm not being fair. I don't care if I make no sense. I honor my feelings, even when they're wrong, misplaced or unjustified. I love her but she makes me angry. And Aria would have a fit if she knew. I am going to join the butterfly ranks, man to man as if from flower to flower. I am getting tired of all this "perfect match" business. Everyone is so occupied looking to settle with whoever. Why can't we all just have sex with each other!

Date

I'm going to go on a date with William Bradley. He scared me. But the concept of being paired up with either Patrick or Zachary scared me more.

What will it be? Lasagna or Spaguetti?

PS: Someone kill that mechanical fly...

Cleansing

I want to bathe in the Dead Sea. The water has healing properties that are so good, some German doctors actually prescribe Dead Sea baths as medicinal treatment. Do I have an ailment? No. I'm just very confused. And I think anything that's good for the body is also good for the soul.

I can't go there right now, so I baked some Dead Sea salt caramel cupcakes.

Blue Ball Cupcake

Yes! It worked! The tension is already starting to dissipate for me! Soon I won't be attracted at all! Hopefully! That is what I'm aiming for! If it fails then at the very least it will be very mild and easier to replace. Due to that, I celebrate!

Yes... I actively celebrate my sexual journeys. If I don't acknowledge all of my sexual feelings I become repressed and can't cook, or the food starts tasting different. I don't work well without my sexuality under control.

And lately... it has definitely misbehaved! The shame is so large that I think I might try a girl for a while. After considering these factors, I tried to think of William.

Never mind. Still too scary.

Mood

I'm in the mood...

...

...

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... for a vacation you perverts!

William

Who are you? Who do you work for?

For some reason you're as cool as a snowman. I don't trust snowmen, they might come alive at night and scare your children. You certainly scare me.

Temper

Temper tantrums. I have many. They make me see white spots. I am luckily over mine. And it feels good to release that burden. Now I have another burden, but it's far easier to handle things when you know what they are, even if you can't explain how they came about. It goes against my reason and my moral and my ethics, and therefore is unjustified and ludicrous. But I accept that as humans, we can't control genetics. And sometimes, sex wins.

So I'll allow the entertainment of this tomfoolery, indulge in it for a while and then let it go. Isn't that how it's done? I would say that if my sister heard me she would judge me, but didn't she also succumb to a guilty pleasure at the expense of her morale. Tsk tsk. We're all playing the fools.

Royal

A royal cupcake for the power of the crown!

A Break

When I break up, I always head for the ice cream. I heard Anthony heads to the hotels. Well, I'm sending him this little package to his room. I really love that boy. He's seriously one of the most gorgeous men on the planet. I'm not sure most women are designed to function properly when he's around. And it would be very difficult to talk to him, if he wasn't such a sweetheart.

I find it very hard to see Anthony hurt. I'm probably a little too protective of him. Three cupcake ice-creams may not satisfy a 6'5" mountain of a man, but it will have to hold until I can fix him my traditional lasagna.

Winning

I forgive her.... albeit slightly, and mostly due to my compassion for her predicament. But I don't forgive him. And I honestly don't wish him any luck, happiness or success. He got himself the object of his unhealthy obsession. But at what cost? Can that truly be called a victory? If at the end of the day all you care about is whether or not you win, whether or not the prize is yours and whether or not the start of your fantasy is a happy one, then what you need is a cheerleader. Preferably a blow-up one.

She's heartbroken, wretched and sad. And he's bummed that he can't just celebrate.

Boo-hoo. What a winner.

Missing

Today I've been missing Belle Marie's presence. For some reason her comments on random situations are what I've become accustomed to, even if I didn't know her that long. I decided to send her this box. Hopefully she'll like it.

My sisters are now in London, and they're just locking on to targets. If I wasn't weak with love for my sisters I'd shoot them. But amen, I can't stop loving them to pieces. Even if I have very strong opinions about how they go about their business. You have to respect girls who go for what they want, especially in a group of people where what's missing is just that.

True Blood

I've decided to start watching it again. I'm rooting for Eric Northman. And this bloody cupcake is my tribute to a series that's not afraid to show us its fangs.

Sweet Things

The way things are going. Definitely not my problem. I'm not going to pay attention to it anymore, so I've decided to focus on something else and invited my sisters to London. Tonight, dinner with Aria, Daniella, Eleonora, and Fiona. I've sent an invite to Carlotta, and I'm preparing the mojitos.

It's Girl's Night, so cupcake on a stick seems appropriate. Why? Because in this world, sweet things usually get stabbed behind with something sharp. At least in my allegory, we get to enjoy it.

Indulgence

This I made for me. I need something soft and buttery and comforting. And because I feel like having a tropical escape, this mini-cake has a delicious coco-nutty interior. Like me and my sisters, it doesn't look like it at first glance, but all that elegance and poise conceals a wildly exotic personality.

I like it when desserts fool you and tickle your palate. I like it almost as much as meeting someone who is equally misleading.

Giving a Hoot!

I've decided to stop being judgmental and start over with everyone. Clearly I have a tendency to jump ahead of myself and classify too quickly. Erase and rewind! I'll even stop being so mean to Zachary.

Thank you Anthony. You really helped me understand the situation.

I heard he might've left to New York, so if anybody sees Patrick, please tell him I'm truly sorry...

Jaws

The relationship waters are so murky in this group. Do I dare jump in?

Post-90's Breakfast Club

For a minute there, it felt like I was back in high school. This is like a post-90's Breakfast Club. When the prejudice is set aside, and the magical soul-bearing hour begins, nothing is exactly what it seems. In truth, what I believed was unacceptable or at the very least inappropriate, turns out to be the drop that spills the glass. Because of what happened, she realized she might like him. The aftermath made her reconsider. To what extent? I don't know.

But it sure makes me feel a bit idiotic for having taken it so seriously. I'm flawed. I've learned my lesson. I won't meddle. I'll sit back and watch the show, popcorn cupcakes in hand. Don't worry Aria, I saved one for you.

Sour Apples

I guess it had been a while since I surrounded myself with this many people. Most of them are set in their ways, as am I. But everything can be an opportunity to learn. Disagreements (when handled properly) are in fact, good. Did I witness such a lesson, or am I also a participant? Doesn't matter. Looks like we're all involved in misunderstandings, and at the end of the day, nothing cures ailments like a healthy dose of truth.

Among friends, so long as there's love instead of hatred, even sour apples can be tasty. Some need to talk, others need to accept, and others need to mind their own business. We all made mistakes today, and it seems that everyone's flaw is that they're trying too hard to rescue someone who doesn't want to be rescued. Let's stop assuming we know better (I'm trying).You can't save those who don't want to be saved. But you can lend a hand... if they ask for it. At the end of the day though, isn't everyone just trying to get along?

One of the Girls

I play billiards, and I'm very good at it. I'm good at a lot of things boys think they do. After all the heartache last night, and the double entendres, and the dusky mornings, I felt it appropriate we distract ourselves with a good round of my favorite game: Male Ego Popping.

I took my sister to the club, and we proceeded to gamble, shoot pool, drink early, smoke cigars and win at darts. And win we did. Poor Jack.

Prim Rose

I was going to pick up a friend of mine this morning, but she never called. So I'll be assuming it all went well enough that she'd rather stay and hope for the best! I tended to my garden this morning, a garden of frosting and ganache. My sister was very upset last night, so I literally wanted her to "smell the roses."

The power of flowers is amazing, there are many wonders a single rose can accomplish. In fact a single rose is what I used to call my single friends; all of them marvelous women deserving of affection. All of them different, but nonetheless, when together, they made a lovely bouquet of choices. It's not so bad to be a rose, I'd say we're quite good company.

Dusk

I can be an odd creature. When I think of romance, I don't think of flowers, sweets, kisses or declarations; I think of dusk, the morning after, the sunrise together, the last languid hours of love-making. I think of melted chocolate and a sweet frosty center that bursts the moment you bite into it.

I believe that love is sweet. Sex is hot. And both are in a freshly-baked cupcake.

Snowflake

For one very special snowflake, wherever she may be. You are unique and one-of-a-kind, but this does not mean you're alone. When snow falls, it falls in buckets. We'll be here next winter too.

Coco

I enjoy shopping as much as the next lady. It's too bad there's not an international shopping day. I'd drink champagne, I'd cook a risotto, I'd buy Chanel and Valentino.

Ladybugs

I am not a flower that needs to bloom, but I remember what it was like. A girl whom I've recently met is rather afraid of what it means to be a woman. My advice? Don't be. A ripe rose is far more alluring than a pale bud. And a sunflower in all its majesty, is far more beautiful than a tall, barren stem.

Besides, don't you want to meet the ladybugs? We like to gossip, we'll keep you company, we'll share rose tea and cookies while discussing sordid details of our respective love lives. Friendship is a wonderful thing, better fed by a smidgeon of salaciousness.

Engagements

This I made for my sister, who would've been married in the Fall. Unfortunately (due to circumstances beyond anyone's control) this cupcake became a symbol of disappointment and tragedy, rather than that of celebration and new beginnings.

I brought it back home, I did not have the heart to give it to her.