“I’ve been drinking, I’ve been drinking…” Actually, no, scratch that. I’ve been thinking, I’ve been thinking...about what is so politically charged and either talked too little about or over sensationalised. Feminism. Gender slurs. Sexism et al. People either hulk-out over the subject or yawn, saying in a politically correct tone “yes but we’re past that”. Ah, incorrect, wrong, no way, me thinks. Rather, I yawn over the fact sexism and the objectification of women is still rife in the workplace, in the media, in the home, at the Queensgate Mall in the Hutt. Cue the Emmys this week. Or polls stating who’s the “hottest” MP. Or an event titled “Flirty Politics” with special guests Nikki Kaye and Jacinda Ardern. Ugh.
I’m neither articulate enough nor informed enough to give the subject any justice. I’m also writing a cooking blog which features far too many baking recipes. Ironic, given the “get back in the kitchen” stereotypes of yesteryear. Or that if I execute some amazing choreography in a leotard and claim I’m a feminist...then I’m a hypocrite. But hey, fourth-wave feminism allows me to do whatever I like etc etc, even if that means making ridiculously easy truffles that will undoubtedly deplete the latter years of your life. But, however, furthermore and finally, I just wanted to table my frustrations without saying anything of real substance. Either that or it could be the PMS talking...duh.
Ingredients:
1 pkt Oreos
150g tub of cream cheese
250g/block of Whittaker’s milk chocolate. In case you haven’t noticed, it’s my go-to
Seize the opportunity to take out any girly PMS issues *sarcasm* by crushing the biscuits with a hard-edged device. Add the tub of cream cheese to the Oreo mixture. Roll into balls. Meanwhile, melt dat chocolate by microwaving the chocolate in 30-second bursts. Add a dash of milk if necessary. Cover the balls of delight with the melted chocolate. Biff in the fridge for an hour or so. Go on, you can do it. I’m always one for crazy-deliciously-rich recipes made in about two minutes. Two minutes of work = a 1000 years of glory. Girls can truly have it all. Why not take it to work* while you’re an intern? What a precedent that will send!
*I have been known to do this - despite cringing at all the female (or mothers thereof) predecessors/successors who have done the same in a workplace environment. Is this another contradiction/hypocrisy? Does it send the wrong message? But baking’s my life?! So many things to consider!
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