I have nothing of any value whatsoever to contibute to the MMP thread this week, but I’m not going to let that stop me from posting to it.
DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT try to melt peanut butter chips in the microwave! 
Last night I was putting together the parts for the peanutbutter and chocolate cheesecake. Mind you, this is a recipe that I haven’t tried before, even though I’ve made, well, at least three other cheesecakes. So there I was…the graham cracker, butter (melted in the microwave) and cocoa and sugar crust went together nicely. The cream cheese softened up just fine. Then the stupit recipe says to mix in the melted peanutbutter chips. So I figure, hmmmmm, I melt everything else in there, so into the microwave go the chips. I start off slow cause I didn’t want to roon them. One minute, okay looks like they are melting. Two minutes, well, getting there. Three minutes…HOLY MOLEY! There’s smoke comin’ outta that thing! :eek: BTW, burnt PB chips smell really bad. 
After a serious sob and sniffle, I remembered I had some peanut butter so I melted that using the old fashioned, but dependable, double boiler method. Hey, sometimes ya just gotta improvise, right? Anyway, the batter tasted fine. At least as far as Lil Lestat[sup]TM[/sup], Simba, Isa, and Chang Lee were concerned. But not Jade…she does not do “lick the spoon.” And before anybody gets oogied out, I did not lick the spoon after the doggies. Jeesh! So, today will be the test. I’ll let you know what my human (well some of them anyway) coworkers think later. That’s all I got for now.
Tupug (Now refered to as High Flame by Mr. Anachi)
Quasi-Daughter spent yesterday wandering in and out of the kitchen, announcing how lazy we were being and how tired she was, while I baked five batches of bread.
I make it sound worse than it was. She did the dishes eventually. That was nice of her.
Today I’m off to the St Laurence Market to get chocolates for my Dad, then to dance class (I’m still sore from Tuesday), then to work from four to eleven. Normally the Thursday evening shift is five to eleven, but we’re behind, so my manager has begged all of us to come in an hour or so early for our shifts for the next few days.
And then I come home and if Driving Husband demands to be fed I kill him again.
Actually, what concerned me most was the thought that you had made it yourself, you know, out of hands. Presumably other people’s. And then, I was worried about what method you used to collect the “raw” materials, if you will.
So this way’s better. I’m sure it’s lovely and very tasteful.
AWWWWWW!! What a sweetie!
Transparent pie (with brown sugar meringue) is essentially sugar and egg yolks. I made it but it frightens me so I’m giving the kids a shwack at it first and if no body keels over I might try a bite. The buttermilk pie looks much more custardy pie-y and doesn’t trouble me near as much.
Also, I may be dead soon. After horrible painful lingering agony. I cooked a couple of pork chops yesterday and ate a bite of the end which was just fine and then cut another piece and it was really kinda pink! Ack, trichinosis! I can feel the little wormies crawling into my muscles as I type.
Puggy, my mom completely killed a microwave once. Bacon and paper towels must be watched very carerfully, hint hint. Because if you don’t, they just might catch fire and melt the whole inside and some of the outside of the microwave so that you can see it’s guts and learn that owning a fire extinguisher isn’t enough, you have to know how to use it, too.
I knew that about ducks. Greasy little guys. Yup. I wouldn’t have forgotten and then wondered why my kitchen was all slickery. Nope, I never would have done that.
Well, yes and no. When toys go on sale (after Christmas, the change of seasons, just a Big Sale) the Little Woman will pick up gift-suitable toys since Soupo in on the A List for birthday parties and there always seems to be another one and it’s always this Saturday so there’s really no time to go pick up a Thoughtful Gift. So there was a smallish drift of pre-bought gifts in the closet. (Does she keep them on her side of the closet? It is to laugh. For some reason she buys this stuff and then stores them on my side of the closet. With the laundry baskets (two, whites and colors). But can I keep my shoes on her side of the closet as a sort of “closet space trade-off”? Again, it is to laugh.)
Soupo went through and picked out, I thought, the best gift in there. I think he wanted to keep it since he kept dropping subtle hints, like: “I want one just like this one!”
You could just tell him “Eat me.” It just might work out as a win-win situation.
Ah yes, little boy birthday parties. Burps, farts and armpit noises. Good times. I remember them well. There’s a plus side to little boy birthday parties; there’s no need to hire a clown or sump’n to entertain em. Bodily functions do just fine. I think the reason my mother finally insisted that some girls be invited to the birthday parties of all us boy sibs is that she got grossed out and figured we’d act better if some girls were there. She was wrong! 
I am all intrigued by Ashes[sup]2[/sup] invisible…err… transparent pie. Provided nobody died, I think I’d like to know how it’s made. Hope you get over the trichinosis soon!
’tool glad your dad’s doing better. Prayers, good thoughts and vibes continuing from south Jawja.
Hey, Swampington, I think you were being paged in a thread over in IMHO by a Canadiangirl.
The transparent pie received a thumbs up and nobody’s dead yet. It isn’t very transparent though. I was kinda hoping for something that looked like snot in a pie crust. Mostly it looks like a cross between pecan and lemon pie and tastes like sugary buttery insta-diabetes goodness.
Thanks for the good wishes swampy. Dunno if I’ll make it though, I think the worms are working their way out of my stomach into my pancreas. That or I’ve had too much pie.
Transparent Pie
1 pastry shell, unbaked
2 cups sugar
1/4 cup melted butter
3 tablespoons heavy cream
4 egg yolks, beaten
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon flour
1 teaspoon vanilla
PREPARATION:
Line (9-inch) pie plate with pastry. Combine sugar, butter, and cream, stirring to mix well. Add beaten egg yolks, salt, flour, and vanilla. Pour filling into pastry. BAke at 450° for 10 minutes. Reduce to 350° and bake 25 to 30 minutes longer. A knife inserted in center should come out clean. Cover with meringue and bake as directed for meringue.
Brown Sugar Meringue
2 egg whites
1/4 cup firmly packed light brown sugar
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
Beat egg whites until frothy. Gradually add sugar, beating until stiff. Add vanilla and pile meringue onto pie. Bake at 325° for 15 to 18 minutes.
Ashes[sup]2[/sup] that sounds easy enough I might try it. Perhaps a drop or two of green food coloring would give it that appearance of snot you seek.
Ok, now I’m off to IMHO to find out what a certain Canadiangirl wants. Last I heard from her she was trying to wrangle an invite to my house for New Year’s dinner.
It’s a good time
to finish up old tasks.
4, 10, 22, 24, 29, 35
Just how often do you eat Chinese?
You know that you should add the phrase “in bed” to the end of any message from a fortune cookie, right?
See? Much more profound. Profounder, even.
The place near one of my banks has a lunch special for $4.27, including tax, that has meal and rice and an eggroll or soda. I always get the sodapop. It’s about the only place I can get vegetables with my food for less than $5. Stupid american cuisines! So it’s usually once or twice a week. I figure someone out there can use the advice or lucky numbers.
My personal ridiculous superstition: the fortune only comes true if you eat the cookie!*
*I don’t know who/what you have to eat to win the Lotto, but apparently I’m not doing it right. Maybe buying a ticket would be a step in that direction.
I’m hungry, and it’s cold out.
Not really related statements. I think I’ll have some toast or something before I leave for work.
Great. The forecast for tonight is -8C, with windchill of -15. Time for my stylish fleece-vest-and-layered-sweaters look.
Just once I’d like to see one of these that says “Now is a good time to procrastinate” or something.
Actually, the fortune only comes true if you follow these instructions:
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Break the cookie in half and pull out the fortune.
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Lay the fortune face down on the table.
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Eat half the cookie.
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Read fortune.
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Eat other half of cookie.
I was unaware of this until The Boss (aka my fiancé) informed me that I was doing it wrong. Luckily I have changed my ways and averted whatever disaster was looming on the horizon.
My last fortune cookie had a blank piece of paper in it. This either means that I have no future, or I can write my own fortune. I chose to write my own, but seeing as I didn’t follow The Rules as stated above, said wish did not come to fruition. Dang nab it.
The fortune only comes true if you eat the cookie. In bed!
<snerk>
Now is a good time to procrastinate. In bed!
<snerk> <snerk>
Kalley been doing that for years! One of my personal all time favs:
You will weather a great storm. In bed!
<snerk> You’re gonna wet your bed! <snerk>
Just to clear up any misunderstandings, although I have started calling my fiancé The Boss, this does not in any way mean that I’m engaged to Bruce Springsteen.
Thank you for your time.
Don’tcha think it was the cookie bakers who came up with that idea? I mean why else would ya eat them???
Phew! Thanks for clearing that up. I wondered if you might move to Jersey after the wedding.