With Dillo, it's kind of chocolate or nothing. His attitude to chocolate is much like that of a stereotypical pre-menstrual cat-lady librarian.
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Yeah... as I sit here eating a piece of chocolate cake with cream cheese frosting, I kind of get that.
Congrats on being done with the job, flea! (?)
Two sounds about right: one for now, one for tomorrow breakfast. I've never heard of a funfetti cupcake before, though. I am suspicious of this unfamiliar treat.
It's just vanilla with sprinkles cooked in. And yes! For those of us who live alone, two cupcakes is ideal. Even if it's two for now and none for tomorrow!
The word "adult" as an adjective always makes me want to look around for Larry Flynt.
Well, yes, but look who's talking, adult fun-lady.
Lifehacker had a link to a recipe for mini-cakes baked in canning jars. They looked quite tasty. Had fruit in them. Better than this "funfetti" business. I don't trust it either.
The word "adult" as an adjective always makes me want to look around for Larry Flynt.
Well, yes, but look who's talking, adult fun-lady.
Aw, man, now I feel like I should check behind the couch for Larry Flynt. You never know where he'll turn up.
Completely random, but one of the neighbors looks exactly like Les Nessman.
Hm, I think I'd have to buy a different shape of canning jar from what I have to make that work. And then I don't know if I'd really be comfortable baking them. But I bet I could do like individual steamed puddings in jelly jars. I'll have to think about that.
Timelies all!
Happy Birthday to Kathy and Raq!
Birthday Happies, Kathy and Raq!!
I can't put cupcakes in my canning jars. I am putting pear butter in my canning jars.
But once again, I love how my optimism at the beginning of a canning process gradually descends into chaos and cursing by the end of it, wherein I stare sadly at one, maybe two, jars of overprocessed, inedible, sugar laden goop. At the beginning, I have a heap of lovely looking produce and the belief that it will magically transform itself into infinitely preservable jars. And I always clean too many jars, believing that I will get a much larger yield than I actually will.
Today's casualty is the edge of my kitchen counter, where the formica has pulled away from the counter because of the pressure of my food mill clamped to it. I worked out a reasonable substitute, by clamping instead to my marble pastry board, but it was still a pretty untenable solution. And it's pretty clear I should have cooked down the pears much longer at the beginning, because I have more pear juice than pear sauce at this point.
Oh well, it's in the crockpot, and I refuse to bemoan my pear butter fate. It will be what it will be.