Sweet Mess

๐Ÿ˜Ž Aurelia took Robyn + me to a lecture on Max Dupain the other night รขโ‚ฌโ€œ very strange; lots of talk of the popularity in Australia of Eugenics prior to the Second World War, + its influence on his works. Not the sort of light I was expecting to be shed, but people are always surprising when you look a little closer, eh?

Today my boss told me to ride my bike over to the new factory to do some cleanup at the end of my shift, “Take your time,” he says to me. . . 8) So I get there + one of my fellow confectioners shows me The Mess; the New 3 Ton Chocolate Concher has SPEWED all over the wall, the floor, + itself. :wtf: Guess there are still some kinks to work out, getting to know our new machine friends etc. No worries – the pressure hose can take care of most the mess, but standing on the milk chocolate-covered steps before the mouth of the Concher, I am perplexed as to what to do with the thick layer of sweet brown goo dripping down the machine’s dials + knobs. Then it hits me – EAT IT! I didn’t though. I only sampled ๐Ÿ˜€

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