That is not a link to click while eating breakfast. shudders
The cake part will be dry and tasteless and the frosting stiff and over sweet. Not really a treat at all!
See, I’m up for that. I’m not into PS, but I do know that Starbucks was responsible for the abundance of small, local coffee shops. I don’t like Starbucks but I lurves me some GOOD coffee.
Now, if you want to do something that will make big strong men with tears in their eyes praise your name…wait until the middle of Christmas season and then start visiting stores that have those battery operated noise makers. Shut each one off. If possible, open them and reverse the batteries (won’t hurt the thing).
The gratitude displayed by the poor hostage clerks that have been listening to those constantly for days is sometimes tear-jerking.
They can’t shut them off, but I am a customer and the customer is always right!
You have NO idea!
There is also a certain point when making cheddar that the curds squeak when you eat them. It’s only a five minute window, which makes them even more special.
As you bad influenced me AND I don’t get up at the crack of dawn without being sure it is worth it, I wedged a wheel of Caerphilly and talked hubs into going to the junction for more milk (I have issues driving after dark), made up a batch of Mozzerella, chunked it up and put it in a colander to dry overnight.
When the clock went off at 5 fucking am, I pulled the cheese out of the cave to bring it up to room temp, then fired up the smoker and went back to bed for another half hour. After putting the cheese in the smoker, I figured that as long as I had to be out there monitoring the smoker, I might as well do other stuff like scrubbing the birdbaths and feeders and watering the trees.
This ticked VBC off because she usually gets up with hubs, eats her breakfast and then comes back to bed with me. If I get up early, she has to get up early to supervise and will go out into the catio when I go out back and then come back in when I come in to wash my hands every 15 minutes (because the tap water is too cold and of course I’m going to scrub my hands before touching the tongs to turn the cheese over). She started bitching at me after about an hour and then said fuck it and went back to bed without me.
I cut some catnip for her and I’ll give it to her after she gets back up in the hopes of forgiveness.
Breakfast was hot, melty, smoky cheese smeared on hot French bread with a handful of fresh off the vine cherry tomatoes. The unconsumed cheese wedges are now on drying racks and I’ll wax them tonight.