Raspberry Financiers

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I don’t know where the time went, but July had been a complete blur, and now we’re almost halfway through August…

I finished Masterchef Australia at my own pace about a week ago, and man, I cried during that finale. I don’t usually cry when I watch things, so it was really good, okay?! Especially after binge-watching the entire season and bonding with the contestants.

The Australian version of Masterchef is by far my favourite out of the ones I’ve watched (ie. compared to American or Canadian). I find that they don’t try to create tension or drama between the contestants, but instead put the drama into the challenges they’ve created, or the complexity of the food, or the chef they have to cook against. It’s just very food focused, and the judges (George Calombaris, Matt Preston and Gary Mehigan) are absolutely keen on helping the contestants improve week after week. And the contestants themselves develop amazing friendships and there’s never any spiteful comments directed to each other; it’s all very positive. There are also some heavy-hitters like Marco Pierre White and Heston Blumenthal who make guest appearances and push them a little farther.

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Raspberry Almond Cake

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I work as a pharmacy assistant. It’s not the *most* dynamic sort of job, but I do get to interact with a wonderfully diverse group of people. Today I was ringing up a lady dressed in varying shades of pink– from her top, to her jacket, to her nails, to her jewelry– very spring-appropriate, I thought. (I silently applauded her, because pink is my favourite colour and has been since I was old enough to understand what a favourite colour meant). She kept her gaze fixed on me, even after she had inserted her card into the machine. Her fingers hovered over the keypad as she looked at me. Finally, she blurted: “but how can you be a pharmacy assistant when you’re like, grade three??”

I smile politely and told her I just finished my first year of pharmacy school. She nodded and said, as if to convince herself, “well yes, of course I wasn’t being serious, I know you can’t be working here if you were really in grade three…”

I somehow felt apologetic and tried to assure her lightly, “I know I look young”.

She just looked at me, her fingers still hovering over the pinpad.

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