No you can’t. That would be prounounced completely differently without the accents. And crème is feminine (heh, not all crème), so you have to add the extra “e” to “brulé”. Spelling it “Crème brulé” is like calling you a she. You just don’t masculinize the crème (<snerk>).
Creme Brule Creme Brule Creme Brule
HAH! Take That! You and your French 101! So There! 
-swampbear (submitting my entry for most juvenile post of the week)
Ashes, I thought I knew where you were when you mentioned the Cost Plus. But then you mentioned ANOTHER mall with a Trader Joe’s.
Did you know that at I-5 and Nobel in La Jolla there is a mall-ish (well, it’s kind of a strip mall-y kind of place with a movie theater) thing with both a Cost Plus AND a Trader Joe’s. Yep.
Oh, and FINE. All of you stay away from San Diego.
Place is crowded enough anyway. We don’t want you!
:: sticks out tongue ::
Guys, guys, behave yourselves! People are starting to stare!
(I wish I would have known that we were making Threadspotting. I would never have made that embarassing double post yesterday.)
Boy, I’m bored at work this week. Thank Og for the Dope to keep me busy!
The thing is, there is no recipe. Ground beef and stuff, depending on my mood. There were onions in it, and an egg, but I honestly don’t remember what else went into this one. In the past, I’ve used BBQ sauce, worcestershire, ketchup, plain breadcrumbs, seasoned breadcrumbs, garlic… not all at the same time, but all used occasionally at different times. I cook as the kitchen spirits move me.
Kinda like my sketty sauce.
And my veggie soup.
Some things defy recipes.
To me, meat loaf starts with two pounds of ground beef, a pound of mild sausage, some crushed Italian bread crumbs and, let’s see what else I got here… It always turns out good. Meat loaf let’s the creative swampy chef come out and soar! So does soup. My leftovers from the fridge veggie soup is superb! Everytime. Long as I got egg noodles, or spaghetti noodles, or angel hair pasta, or elbows or… I’m good.
FCM you and me need our own cooking show. 
Swamp Vittles wif swampy 'n Mom…
Don’t worry - I plan on visiting San Diego sometime next year. I think when I do, I’ll see if I can wrassle any dopers together for the end of my visit. By then I’m sure my sister & I will be mutually sick of each other. (It’s she & her family I will be going to visit). Good thing is, when I go, the airline ticket will be free (go easily earned airline miles!), and I’ll be staying with them, so no room to pay for. Of course, I’ll be taking them out to dinner when I’m there.
And I’m cranky this afternoon. I got stuck in the presentation from hell - information I don’t need, given by people whose accents were so strong it took a while to understand, basically reading PowerPoint. And it was 2 hours long. AAARGH!
Short-skirt-alert-level:
Yellow - Skirt slightly above the knee, but no wrapping. Kinda funny cut, makes me feel like my butt is droopy. Bad skirt!
Susan
Sounds like we oughta be outside with a big ol’ pot over an open fire.
“Today we’s whompin’ up a batch of ‘possum stew. Ah’m gone peel and dice these heah pawpaws while maw finishes skinnin’ the ‘possum. We got sum gofer greese to give it that extra kick. Y’all be shore and stay tuned cause we’uns is gone be showin’ y’all some tricks to make extra shore yore chitlins all squeaky clean before boilin’ em up. Ain’t that raht maw?”
Recipes? You can get recipes for things?
I read cookbooks, but I very rarely actually measure or follow directions. When anyone tries to give me any directions, my eyes glaze over. It’s bad, and has caused many mistakes, but I can’t seem to fix myself.
My word! We are on Threadspotting. If I’d know that we were going to be Threadspotted, I would have worn nicer clothes today.
Yesterday I wore (did I mention this already? Mr. Lissar’s flu is destroying my brain) my pretty floofy tiered skirt with the lace edge- very goth lolita- my little mandarin collared tight tshirt with the frog closures, black and white striped socks, my docs, and a choker with an enamel cat. I looked adorable. A customer stopped me to tell me how cute I looked. That’s how I know I looked smashinger than usual.
It’s cool today! It’s 20C and there’s a lovely breeze, and going down to 15C tonight. i’m so happy.
Mr. Lissar isn’t healthy, but he’s less sick, and he’s eaten soup and can get out of bed. No work today, but he can be upright. Yesterday was all horizontal. He wants to go to Batman Begins tonight as a form of light exercise. :rolleyes: He went to the doctor and she said it was probably viral, get bed rest and liquids etc.
I’m watching myself anxiously for signs of illness. I don’t want fever, aching head, and coughing. Nope. I’m staying healthy, dammit!
They can’t Threadspot the MMP, who knows what kind of riff-raff will show up?
Oh noes! I didn’t even spell “crème brûlée” right. I forgot the damn circonflexe. 
OK, I give. What’s Cream Brool?
<little kid mode>
Hey, I’m not French, and you can’t make me say it or spell it their way. Looks like it should be pronounce “cream brool” and that’s what I’m calling it.
</lkm>
Ah, it’s so nice to know a girl with her priorities in order. Come the revolution, I want you at my back. Let them storm See’s Candies, we’ll defend it with our lives, if need be!
It’s basically custard with a crunchy carmelized sugar crust. Sort of like Flan with a crunchy topping.
I just finished the latest Thursday Next novel, Something Rotten. Has any of you other bookworms read it? Because I missed the assasination attempt by banana peel. I remember the steamroller incident and the piano of course, but I can’t for the life of me remember what happened with the banana. It’s really bugging me, and I’ve already returned the book to the library.
So how many of you, on reading that we’d made Threadspotting, went to the front page to check it out? Show of hands, please.
I thought so.
Phonetically, it’s ‘crem brool-ay’. I know this because of the goodness of compulsory Fnrech class. I can also read the back of cereal boxes out loud to annoy my husband. Creme brulee is a lovely custardy yummy dessert. I would like some right now, please, Creme Brulee Fairy.
::nothing happens::
My Best Friend’s Husband is Canadian, and he once told her that they were going out to a lovely Chinese restaurant called Le Chat ne Miaow Pas Maintenant. Tee-hee!
All I really remember from Latin class is how to say ‘Bessie, my cow, loves you’. Oh, the usefulness of dead languages.
‘French’. It’s ‘French’. Gahh.
Agh! When will the insanity stop?! I’m trying to get ready to go on vacation here folks! Quit with the damn projects and taskers! I still need to finish up what I already have on my plate, before Friday damn it all! You’re killin’ me here!
Okay, now I feel better, well slightly better anyway.
So, yes I did go to the front page to look at Threadspotting.
Also, did any of y’all look at that robot thread? Did any of you become as skeeved out as I did? Yeesh…shudder.
Recipes…hmmm…recipes. See, I don’t really follow recipes. I’m pretty much “a little of this, a little of that, a dash of this, and a dash of that” kinda cook. I mean, there are some recipes I’ll follow, but I always end up modifying them anyway.
beckwell, I know I’m waaay late with this, but I’m glad to hear you’re up and around. I had Moose Tracks ice creams in your honor last night.
Well, I better finish up some more work…damn, is it Friday yet?
Here’s a recipe for Cream Brool. Not only is it the nummiest of all nummy desserts, you get to torch it too! Custard and fire! How could it get any jaker than that!
Plus callin’ it Cream Brool is probably making donkey writhe on the floor while foaming at the mouth. Yet another bonus!
Hey all you folks staring at the MMP cause it made threadspotting. We’re the cool kids. Come on in and join us. The point of the MMP is there is no point. We like it that way.
See, we’ve talked about gnomes, skirts, cream brool and all kinds of other stuff all in one thread. Ok, basically it keeps all of us regulars from starting thread after thread after thread in MPSIMS with all our musings and ponderings. See, it is a valuable SDMB tool. That and if you want to talk about puke and poop, here’s the place to come.