Zebra Cakes and Candy Floss

Thanks to a mid term and late night driving lesson contained within my longest day of the week (a friday at that!), I decided to begin my Saturday with a leisurely morning swim. And it was serendipitous that I found Saturday mornings, specifically 9a.m., to be the optimum time for swimming. The pool was empty, the water was sufficiently cool, and somehow, swimming alone gives me the motivation to do continuous laps. Now, this is how I should start every Saturday.Nevertheless, the increased number of forays into the pool has resulted in me enjoying swimming as much as treadmill-pounding. My knees are going to thank me for this.

Though my stomach certainly would not, considering the amount of sugar I consumed after swimming.

I taste-tested the Zebra Cake my sis, grand aunt and I baked at my grand aunt's place.

It was really a simple cake to make, yet the first attempt was no good (I do have a good excuse for this, but its an insider thing!), second one got better. This is the 2nd batch.

Unassuming crispy brown crust which deceives all into thinking this is a run-off-the-mill marble cake. actually conceals.

A moist, soft mix of black and yellow swirls.

I could not resist an entire piece.

And my sugar consumption went into the 'danger zone' with Mum's purchase of a childhood favourite.

Mouthfuls of saccharine that send your carbohydrate intake sky high for SGD$1.50. Not to mention the smiles and waves of nostalgia of those days where Mum would take you to candy floss booths at shopping centre counters and watch it churned out fresh for you.

There were 2 bags. The right one, banana flavoured. The left one, splashed with the colouring mimicking a type of berry that is not the blueberry. Food science has failed!

This sugar overload has since sentenced me to a longer time in the gym. Not the pool though, since technology allows me to tweak the treadmill and other apparatus, to force my body into a better sugar-incinerating rate.

I need motivation.

Thanks レダ. I shall endeavour to have abs like you. And everytime I feel like hitting the sack rather than pounding the pavement, I shall look at you - you who has everything every girl wants to have - and allow your flat and taut stomach to drive me to an insane state of jealousy and also to the gym, where I would listen to your band as I whack the treadmill.

Before this post comes to an end:

A mini list:

1. The blue candy floss was flavoured raspberry.

2. Leda is a man.