"16,000 steps must surely equal 1 slice of birthday chocolate berry mint cake?"
And a cup of ginger coffee, made with real stem ginger. So very good and tasty, and worthy of my :: coughty-cough :: years on this earth!
What a wonderful day - I walked to and around the Japanese Garden at Clingendael in the early afternoon, walked back to town to partake of home-made (by the baking geniuses at Swags Central, not by me!) chocolate berry cake (real name 'Halle Berry Cake') and a cup of ginger coffee, then went on to cocktails (oh my, happy hour every Wednesday night). A really lovely day, spent with really lovely people.
But yes, I ended up with over 18,000 steps recorded on my pedometer band, so I think that should have covered at least a portion of that cake, which was sheer chocolate heaven, and had I only only managed two thousand steps instead of nearly twenty thousand it would still have ended up being enjoyed by your author. Because birthday.
(It's like a cross between a torte and a cake, with the 'healthy' components (which I considered one of my five-a-day) of raspberries and fresh mint to add a little bit of bite. So very good. I recommend it. And the carrot and orange cake, the apple pie, and, well, pretty much everything.)
I'm pretty thankful for those cocktails, though, because I think my calves may be too inebriated this evening to berate me for over-use. We'll see how annoyed they are tomorrow, once recovery (read: the hangover) sets in...
And a cup of ginger coffee, made with real stem ginger. So very good and tasty, and worthy of my :: coughty-cough :: years on this earth!
What a wonderful day - I walked to and around the Japanese Garden at Clingendael in the early afternoon, walked back to town to partake of home-made (by the baking geniuses at Swags Central, not by me!) chocolate berry cake (real name 'Halle Berry Cake') and a cup of ginger coffee, then went on to cocktails (oh my, happy hour every Wednesday night). A really lovely day, spent with really lovely people.
But yes, I ended up with over 18,000 steps recorded on my pedometer band, so I think that should have covered at least a portion of that cake, which was sheer chocolate heaven, and had I only only managed two thousand steps instead of nearly twenty thousand it would still have ended up being enjoyed by your author. Because birthday.
(It's like a cross between a torte and a cake, with the 'healthy' components (which I considered one of my five-a-day) of raspberries and fresh mint to add a little bit of bite. So very good. I recommend it. And the carrot and orange cake, the apple pie, and, well, pretty much everything.)
I'm pretty thankful for those cocktails, though, because I think my calves may be too inebriated this evening to berate me for over-use. We'll see how annoyed they are tomorrow, once recovery (read: the hangover) sets in...
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