And forget raspberry cheescake - you want my cranachan bites:
Ingredients:
Whisky - Scotch, of course, but not a peaty whisky.
Cream
Raspberries
Honey
Oat mini-biscuits.
Amounts depend upon numbers.
First, taste-test the whisky.
Set the raspberries to soak in some whisky.
Whip the cream.
Add some honey to the whipped cream.
Remind yourself of the flavour of the whisky.
Add some whisky to the cream.
Taste-test the cream. You probably need to add more whisky.
Put the mixture into a piping bag and pipe onto the biscuits.
Place 1 raspberry atop each biscuit.
Compare the taste of one with the whisky left from the raspberries.
Cover until ready to serve. You don’t want the whisky to evaporate.
Before serving, drizzle with whisky.
If you are willing, I would like to learn more about your speech-to-text software. My husband requires such.
We have had a few threads on being disabled and being “helped”, or being told all about Aunt Martha’s miracle dirt cure, so your post made me smile. I haven’t tried it yet, despite extreme provocation.
Welcome back, Skald! Hypothetically speaking, I’ve missed your posts.
What happened while you were gone? Well… There was a [del]riot[/del] vigorous discussion last week (something about the proper way to hang toilet paper). The Fernwalter expedition actually found the edge of the world and sent one brief confused message before falling silent forever. Canadian money continues to be made of plastic. The usual crop of newbies have survived Room 101. And the whole place is being run by an AI that was just fired from Uber for ‘unexplained reasons’.
Welcome back! What’s changed…there are fewer and fewer interesting General Questions or Great Debates, which means that we’ve nearly eradicated ignorance! MPSIMS is thriving as the now bored intelligentsia tackle the critical issues of leisure life.
as to what you missed-your flying monkeys had all been furloughed during your absence and we ended up with a wicked warlock in the White House.
Frankly, you picked a bad time for a siesta.
Seriously, I am glad you are back. When you left, it didn’t sound good in any direction. At least your health didn’t go down hill all the way…
Hopefully the smarter folks here can bring you up to date. All I know is: you’re back!
Just to clarify, when I traveled, I was rarely (if ever) “assisted” by anyone without asking for it. There was a man in Chisinau who seemed to want to escort me all the way to wherever I was going, and I was just out for a walk. But I did learn to say “please help me” in Russian (pomogi minyeh), and loiter at a busy crosswalk waiting for a pretty lady to come along and take my hand. Busy street crossings were pretty much the only places I requested help. A few airports (Manila, Istanbul) require using a wheelchair by all special needs passengers, which I thought mortifying.
Trying to get across a busy highway in Bangkok, a man in a shop came all the way across the street, to escort me back across. My appreciation for that warm gesture exceeded any sense of bitter independence.
Not trying to belabor a point, but it’s nice to have someone to share these experiences with, who can understand my own state of mind. Welcome to the club .
