I have achieved roulade! It's rather nice, though considerably more fragile than I expected. It's basically a souffle that's spread out in a jelly roll pan instead of baked in a souffle dish, and then rolled up around a filling, so fragility does make sense. I was picturing it as more robust, like an omelet, for no reason at all.
One piece eaten and seven more in the freezer so I can find out how it handles that. It's kind of fun to make, although in a very I-don't-want-to-do-this-too-often way, so I hope freezing works out.
Ah, poor Emmett! At least he doesn't have to skulk around trying to persuade you he has the "flu" right after prom. And that mix of alcohol is NAST. I cannot abide whisky, Scotch or bourbon to this day because I got obliterated on it my freshman week of college. UGH.
What kind of filling, -t? When you said roulade, I thought beef with a filling, so that's clearly not the right mental picture!
...And I just remembered my mother will still be out of town on Wednesday, and I really can't fetch my father from his day program, so maybe I'll be the H family representative at this funeral.
This one is filled with smoked salmon and cream cheese and herbs. Pretty delicate.
Now that you mention the beef thing, that does sound familiar. I don't think I'd heard the term before it showed up in the Egg cookbook as this souffle-like thing.
Oof, Emmett. And ugh, that was quite a repulsive combo and what the hell were they doing drinking absinthe as shots?
Seriously, how can you appreciate the louche when it's served straight in a shot glass?
I'm out on the patio and the foster kids are playing in the parking lot and they shout "Nigel says you hate kids!".
Oh fuck, yes I do, but jesus christ, you don't tell that shit to the kids. I texted their foster mom saying that wasn't cool, and called the kids over, and told them it wasn't true. They said they knew, and were cool (and I can't help but think how fucked up it is that kids can take abusive talk like that and be down with it) and I asked them to shake hands and told them to go have fun.
Holy crap, foster parent neighbors. Yeah, I don't look to be your foster kids aunt, but please don't make me out to be a monster so they don't ring my doorbell. Teach them basic manners about neighbors and I think we'll be square.
I woke Emmett up to drink a smoothie and take a shower.
Then he went back to bed.
I'm going to get him up in an hour though, so he'll be able to sleep tonight.
Also, he still has to talk to his mom and receive an unpleasant scolding.
