future ace of cakes, yes?

My friends have talent. But seriously! I mean, Charlotte can sing like nobody's business, and Emily... well...
I know for a fact that Emily will go somewhere with her baking, because it is extraordinary! I hope that one day when I'm in my twenties, I'll be sitting at home with my great dane (yeah, an aspiration of mine,) and the food network will come on. I love the food network, by the way. If I only had to pick three channels, one of them would be the food network. But that's besides the point. So I'll be sitting in my London flat, (boy, this just gets more outrageous, yes?) and food network challenge will click on. That's a great program; I truly envy the people who can build these masterpieces in an eight hour day.
So I'll be watching this show, and all of a sudden, an all-grown-up Emily will appear, arms crossed, in front of the camera. She'll dub over the pathetic -- sorry! -- images of her turning around and smiling with something like:
"My name is Emily _____, I'm twenty-something years old, and I own _________ bakery in _______."
Okay, so there are a few little variables that need clarifying, but you get the gist.
Of course, by this point I'll be screaming and jumping up and down, shouting to no one in particular,
"OHMIGOSH I KNOW HER! SHE'S MY FRIEND! SHE'S MY FRIEND!"
Well, I'll probably already know about her food network escapade, because I'm sure we'll still be friends by then, but It will still shock me into a screaming, flailing mess. That's okay, because I'm sure by that point I've already been through that since Charlotte became the next American Idol.

Check out some of her work!
well, only two, but still.