Kind of kahlua all over the world

In the OTHER language we're so conversant in, it's called der aaye durust aaye. Meaning, um, something like jolly come lately? Something like when it rains, it REALLY rains? I don't know. Even the rough translation is a hiccup.

But, so, okay. I'll go on. This friend of mine, and I know I do this a lot -- pimp one person who means the world to me but no one else sees REALLY how much of the world, exactly.. -- but so, this ONE friend of mine, this keeper of secrets, this fellow conspiracy theorist, this person about whom, I don't know why, but I really don't write much (I might've called her apple bottoms once). Considering we've just downed some three hundred bloody marys and eight pina coladas, you'll forgive typos -- she's been such a constant rock these past four years, and I've spent more time with her than maybe even at er, work.

So anyway, to drone on, this SAME friend of mine, this fabulous cook, this Masterchef India finalist, kitchen diva, and one of my closest, closest, friends has finally, finally started (food/desert) blogging. You will pardon the  preamble. But I'm happy to show off the link. Nothing to do with me, mind you. She did the header and things, amateur though she is, all on her own. She's called her site Cookaroo, herself Hooney Macarooney, and done I think a very neat job with the site. Take a peek. Say hello. Be patient.

For as far as goodness goes, she went ahead and did a random act of kindness. She baked my boss, my BOSS(!!) a coffee Kahlua cake. Why? For the sake of nice. This isn't ass licking. You must understand journo bosses mean different things to people who are not corporate slaves. We have conversations and minimal enforcement of hierarchy. We talk about KINDNESS and the human condition. About what breaks a relationship and what constitutes a friendship. About the choices we make and who we so helplessly and wholly fall in love with. Essentially, we editorial pricks are full of ourselves and our grandiose opinions. Still. She baked him a cake. A CAKE. And he was stumped. Of course he was. Imagine if you were him, and a random chick baked you a brick of gorgeous dark flavourful load of love. Rest assured the ripple effect of that kind of kindness lasts longer than a lifetime supply of, name your weakness. Convoluted but beautiful.