GF cupcakes from Bonnie Cakes. Also rocks.

I have been waiting for this day since J got paid.
Waiting not so patiently.
I’m not good at ‘patient’.
Today was CUPCAKE DAY.
In which J drinks.

J started preparing the night before with drinking. Honey bourbon and dry ginger ale.
He apparently ‘needed’ it because I was excited about cupcakes.
He regretted it in the morning.
We got a ride in (by the kindness of J’s dad.) and I dragged him to Bonnie Cakes straight away.

CUPCAKECUPCAKECUPECAKE
I power scoffed three down before I remembered to take pictures of them.
Here is what I ordered –
1 Vanilla Bean.
2 Hostess.
1 GF Salty Caramel.
1 GF Red Velvet.
1 GF Manuka Hokey Pokey

If you are a person that isn’t too fussed on sweet cupcakes then I recommend the Red Velvet.
It’s the least sweet out all of them.
If you are serious chocolateholic then go for the Hostess*.
Bonnie has a HUGE range of cupcakes. Much larger when I worked there last.
Out the 6 cupcakes, only the Vanilla Bean was for Jed.
I AM A CUPCAKE HUNGRY MONSTER.
TEA AND CAKE.
Usually I am Diary Free as well but these cupcakes are so so good that I throw caution to the
wind and vacuum them up.
These are defiantly worth the pain afterwards.
TEEEE#$^@%^&AAAAA
How cute is this cup?!
I am addicted to all things glass.
In the chemistry lab, basically everything we use is glass so I’m most comfortable with glass items.
This is actually a little espresso cup. It looks reasonably big in this picture but trust me, it’s tiny.
A tiny glass cup?! With a matching saucer?! I bought two.
J was literally dragging me out of that shop.
want.
Just across the street from Bonnie Cakes  is this perfect antique/secondhand store.
Again, as per normal, Jed had to drag me kicking and screaming out of the shop.
I saw these scales and I SWOONED.
They might cost a cool $450 but seriously.
This also might be the reason why J holds the purse strings.
I go through money like water.
Our bulter apparently.
This is apparently what J would spend his money on.
His name is ‘Jeffrey’.
I’m not sure if he was teasing. It’s hard to tell with J.
Things on the beach.
Because we were at Port Napier, we went to the beach.
I say beach loosely.
There was a small crescent of actual sand and the rest was rocks.
Small pebbles, bigger rocks, you get the idea.
I might love the chemical composition of sand but I dislike actual sand.
1. It’s dirty.
2. It gets everywhere.
BUT! With a rock beach, 2. is now moot point. The particle size is now bigger and therefore
easier to brush away.
Rocky beaches are my favourite type of beaches.
Started out as a squared, ended up as a circle.
I like stacking rocks up and build rock castles.
This was originally meant to be a square and then it morphed into a circle.
I also like finding perfect small pebbles. I came home with a small pile of them.
We spent the afternoon flinging pebbles at each other and laughing.

THIS IS WHY WE NEVER GO TO NICE PLACES.
I wanted a nice picture of our shoes together and J starts to fill MY shoes up, naturally
I do the same.
This is what happens.
I still have pebbles caught in my shoes.
Shoes!
As per usual, these were the shoes I had chosen to wear.
In MELNATION, there are no such thing as ‘flat’ shoes**.
Even on a beach.
Typical J.

J allowed me one picture of him, with a rock covering his face.
He detests Photos, Coffee and being dragged to cafes/shops.
OH MY GOD. CAAAFE!
So I did what I do best, as soon as it started raining, I dragged him into a cafe.
Under cover I said. Away from the rain, I said.
…..I WANT COFFEE I meant.
Back in Wellington, I am used to going to a cafe every single day to drink coffee.
My baristas all know my order. I go to them because they are best.
It’s been two weeks since I’ve had my last cup of joe.
I miss it and my cat.

xo Mel.

*The hostess is GF. There is a range of optional GF cupcakes on the menu.
There are no Diary Free cupcakes yet.
**The only exception is for work. Health and safety do not condone high heel usage. This is the only time
I grit my teeth and wear flats. Even driving a car, I shuck off my shoes and drive in stockings.

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