Apparently, it’s been a year since the “Great Migration” and my intrepid decision to give the Lemmy fediverse a go. Since dabbing my toes into what has since become a creative outlet and hobby for me, I’ve found a fair few friends and like-minded enthusiasts for our favored franchise. Thank you all for still putting up with and encouraging my silly nonsense! May we all carry on until we greet the Koala (or get crammed into the pattern buffer), having OD’d on Ketracel-white next to Rom and an over-caffeinated Janeway!
Eulogy comprised of a rousing “Faith of the Heart” rendition by Kevin Riley.
Data’s dreams aside, no motherfucker better ever give me cake with mint frosting. Giving me toothpaste cake is a good way to end our friendship for life.
It can be done well. One year, my son was into mint chocolate chip ice cream, peppermint patties etc and wanted a mint cake for his birthday.
It took a while adding mint drop by drop and taste testing but it eventually worked. It tasted like a giant green mint girl scout cookie. ( That was the basis of the recipe I worked from.)