It's Laurie Colwin's Creamed Spinach with Jalapeno Peppers, juliana. If there are any leftovers, it makes the ass-kickingest morning-after-Thanksgiving omlette filling ever.
[eta that I know "chop the spinach fine" was in the original recipe, but who are these people who do not have access to frozen chopped spinach aka Best Convenience Ingredient EVAR? Also, I skip the celery salt b/c I never have it around the house, and there's enough salt in the cheese and butter that it's not necessary to add more.]
Hard sauce is a blob of softened butter with a dash of vanilla and a metric buttload of powdered sugar mixed in and I eat the pudding mostly to get to the sauce.
What Jesse said. And although there's alcohol in the vanilla, I don't substitute by volume.
I mean, is there any such thing as a dash of rum? I think not.
Aimée -- would strappy heels include mine?
I'm going to be so disappointed this January when I don't have an excuse to go back to London for two weeks.
Okay, that headline made the eyes bug out.
Okay, that headline made the eyes bug out.
don't forget the giggling
Okay, that headline made the eyes bug out.
Almost
copied and pasted it, but didn't know if it would be too much or too little misinformation.
... and to think, I was already giggling at the use of "kerfuffle" in the link itself.
While we're on the topic of penises, apparently Ricky Martin demurred at Barbara Walters' questioning his sexual orientation, but has shared this information:
“I love giving the golden shower,” he told Blender. “I’ve done it before in the shower. It’s like so sexy, you know, the temperature of your body and the shower water is very different.”
Interesting where different people's boundaries lie, huh?
why do people want to even tell things like that? to everyone.
