Farewell parties

I don't know if I mentioned this before, but my Jedi Master is leaving. This is his final week. So, Principal Girl arranges for us all to go out to a Turkish Restaurant nearby for lunch on Friday. This is all very good and well and normal. But then Principal Girl decides that we can't possibly manage without having one of our bring-a-plate efforts as well.

She decides, in her infinite wisdom, that Thursday for afternoon tea is the go. Fine. She told us this yesterday. After lunch. After the lunchbreak when I had already gone to the supermarket to pick up a few things.

Naturally, most of the people in the room then say, "Oh, please bring your fabulous chocolate and raspberry cupcakes!" (I happily throw aside all modesty at this point to say that they really are spectacular.) Equally naturally, I don't have all the things I need, leading to a second trip to the supermarket that evening.

Therefore, I have a recommendation: when organising farewell parties, two or more days' notice are required. Minimum. One day to bake, and one day to decorate.

But, even though they are a little bit fiddly to make, and I didn't have everything I needed on hand (one of my first priorities for choosing recipes for this sort of thing is whether or not I have everything I need already), he's worth the effort.