Growing up my mum would often make what she would call “poor man’s cheese cake.”
Take a Graham cracker, put a personally appropriate schmear of cream cheese on, add whatever jam you have on hand (my personal favs are blackberry/blueberry and raspberry, top with one or more fresh pieces of fruit.
I’m a skilled fuckin mason. But I’ve put my notice in so I’m being given all the shit jobs on my last week. The past three days I’ve been descaling parts of the wall. What’s descaling you ask? Going over the entire wall with a hand brush and a wire brush, knocking off all the loose bits. Meanwhile their star mason is installing stones with ledges so big you could hang a fuckin coffee cup off em, and totally missing mortar on entire stones. Literally just plop em on the wall and keep going. Fuck this place, and fuck Bob specifically.