You know that feeling when you've had way, way, WAY too much sugar or chocolate or caffeine, and this crazy burning sensation starts inching up your back and around your neck?  Or is that just me?  It may just be me. Dee thought it was just me. And she also looked like she thought I'd confirmed her suspicion that I was truly madly deeply bonkers.  But I'm hoping that someone out there can prove her wrong.

Someone, you out there?

Abigail's  (aka nappytales) lemon meringue and purple yam cupcakes

Part 2 of Bakefest (I've written about Part 1 from my jaunt around the first ever bakefest from last year) has been so talked about, so tweeted about, and now, so blogged about, that I think it'd be redundant if I typed one more word about it. My fellow bloggers - Nick (aka. the 'dahlink' who made it all come together at bakefest), Abigail, Mishti, Sid and Anja - have done far better jobs of talking it up than I ever could. And Dee is in the process of posting something up too, but when it does debut, I can still bet she'd have captured the sugar-crazy afternoon ten times better than any of my feeble attempts. Which is perfect, because it coincides quite nicely with the overwhelming feeling of laziness that's hit me as of five minutes ago. Like the second I decided to turn on my laptop and do something remotely productive with my evening.

So yeah, this minimally worded post about the goodies at Bakefest is gonna be...a slice of cake...a breeze. (As a blogger, it's so hard to not spew out those puns you've cleverly thought up, but that'd fall flat on their faces in a show of inglorious corniness if you were to type them out. The fight between my mind and the delete button gets so intense sometimes that I have to step away before my keyboard starts fuming. Thank God for the strikeout format, you can say all the corny only-you-think-they're-funny things you want, yet scurry away under the excuse that you'd realized the stupidity of it all and struck it out. It's like cutting your cake and eating it too.)

Too many words already. No more words, only this SLIDESHOW of what I dug my paws into at the WildPeeta bakefest (and a few descriptive titles sprinkled throughout to aid the curiously hungry reader).

[Post-post note: Like I said, Dee spanked us oggling readers out of our minds with her brilliant bakefest blogpost. Check it out. Freaking amazing photos.]

HEADLINE:  Sugar dealers caught in the act at Wild Peeta.
Crime dudn't get sweeter than this.