I Give You The Finger

We exist in a society where we grow up, expecting to know exactly what we want and what we want to be. Sorry to break it to you kids but it's just not that simple. The qualities that we aspire to be are constantly morphing into and transpiring from our latest desires.

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I never thought that this is what life was meant to be. A series of hanging questions about fate, purpose, desire. Each phase of our lives becoming a single episode where our wants are projected so forcefully that we can barely imagine the future or remember the past. But nonetheless, we are trapped on the edge of our seats, wondering and waiting; desperate to know exactly what happens after the credits roll, when the curtain drops and there exists only a place which we cannot envision.

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This is what life is. A guessing game of educated ignorance and blind manipulation.

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I can picture myself frighteningly clearly 20 years down the track, still dazed and confused. I'll still be posting my wicked thoughts and wondering "what the heck am I supposed to do now?" and then I'll remember. Savoiardi - Italian lady fingers, one of the sweet and simple things in life that makes sense.

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Savoiardi

2 eggs
1 lemon, zest
3 g salt
100 g castor sugar
125 g olive oil
250 g SR flour

Cream eggs, zest, salt and sugar until very pale (about 5 minutes).

Drizzle in the olive oil slowly, you want to create an emulsion.

Add flour and mix until incorporated.

Spoon dollops onto a lined tray.

Bake in preheated oven at 200ºC for 20-25 mins or until golden.