I have achieved high altitude cookie goodness. Finally found a recipe that produces just the fluffiness and texture I wanted. Next time I need to double the chips ( this batch was butterscotch and cinnamon chips). And I used K-Bug's Kitchen Aide all by myself (and without permission).
CJ is doing another fire ride-along tomorrow, so we made cookies for the crew.
I remember being so amused by high altitude instructions when I lived in Pennsylvania (elevation under 1000 feet). Then I moved to Utah and realized that everyone within a hundred miles of me should be using those instructions. It was odd.
I haven't had an issue with most things I bake, my ginger cookies come out fine without any adjustment. But chocolate chip cookies have been the rough one, so I'm happy I found one that works.
I have already bagged up most of them for CJ to take in the morning. There is a very small bag for us.
I just watched the fall finale of Dr Who.
That was kind of perfect, wasn't it?
eta: at least in terms of
a goodbye to the Ponds.
They kind of
messed with the canon, like the Angels not being able to look at each other.
I graded today, pretty much all day, off and on. But at least I stopped grading after dinner.
Yeah, the ones with prices were $595.
When I lived in Detroit my rent was half that.
do "raves" really cost $75 now?
Seriously? I lit a rave once and I think the cover was $3.
Dear god, I sound old.
I'm finding discussions of $75 rave prices. They exist, but people seem surprised too.
There is a woman here at the ER who complains of not being able to breath. Her pulse ox is good, and she's not visibly physically distressed--no altered breathing patterns like hyperventilation or anything.
I overheard one of the girls who accompanied her here taking a phone call (from inside the triage room) and explaining that she'd told some guy he liked her, and he said he didn't like her in that way, and might even like someone else instead.
Oh. Poor noodle, the freakout is clearly no fun, but Diagnosis: He's just not that into you--is that covered by insurance?
Oh. Poor noodle, the freakout is clearly no fun, but Diagnosis: He's just not that into you--is that covered by insurance?
I believe it's covered by date insurance, is what you need there.