See, I would call that a pudding rather than a custard. But I only learned the ways of custards recently, so I'm all book-learning and no traditional lore on the subject.
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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.
That's good to know, askye, I intend to try making lavender creme brûlée sometime, since I've got the lavender plant and all.
Oh, man, lavender is awesome too.
I've had a wonderful lavender creme brulee, too. But my favorite part of a creme brulee is cracking the burnt sugar crust. So good! (Okay, I fib: my favorite part of a creme brulee is being allowed the torch to make the burnt sugar crust. It's not something I get to do very often.)
The buffet at the Paris Las Vegas casino has mini creme brulees. It was very nice.
Now I am sad because Steph has never had chocolate creme brulee.
I'll get there. I'm ALL ABOUT creme brulee now.
So I went off to do various car related errands. I'm standing at the air pump about to check the pressure on my front left tire and I realize there's no stem to check the pressure with. I stared at it for a couple of minutes going "Am I blind? Or stupid?" But no, when we had the tire off a couple of weeks ago to deal with a bolt in the tread, the wheel cover was put on one lug nut over from where it should be. Fortunately, the shop where we do our tire stuff is where my pseudo-son works, so I drove up there, told him my problem, and ten minutes later I had an air stem and more air in the tire. Such a useful guy to have in the family.
OMG collections agencies.
Some jackass named Jay something has been giving out my landline number as his. And not paying his bills.
So this collections agency called me and refused to believe that I wasn't him, didn't know him, wasn't related to him, didn't used to be his housemate. I told them the street address, she still didn't believe me, and then gave me some bullshit story about how I had told her coworker that I was his wife.
At which point I told her that if she called again I'd report them, and hung up.
... except I don't know who they are, so I can't.
But how stupid can they be? If you google my land line, you get ME.
t snarls
That kind of shit is why I got my land line disconnected. The worst was when a girl gave some guy my phone number in a bar. I got drunk dialed at 3am, three times in a row.
I recall eggnog being a lot eggy-er than any creme brulee I've tasted
It's quite possible you haven't tasted my egg nog, and I haven't tasted your creme brulee.