Second batch of macaroons is in the oven.
So, my wall oven is basically broken (the lower heating element is visibly broken into two pieces and I don't know what I'm going to do about that, it doesn't look like it unplugs for replacement and the company that made the oven has gone out of business (or at least the business of making/selling ovens, I believe they are all about artisanal jam now) but the top element still works so I guess I have a broiler? Anyway) and the oven that is part of the stove is smaller so when I determined that I cannot fit two of even my smallest (not toaster-oven-sized) cookie sheets in it side by side I was resigned to baking these macaroons one sheet at a time. Which was fine for the coconut recipe that just baked for twenty minutes but the chocolate latte recipe calls for baking for 10 minutes at 300 and then an hour at 200 and doing two rounds of that would be...difficult. Lost control of that sentence. The point I was trying to build to is that I can't just move one of the racks from the wall oven to the stove oven because they are too big. However, it turns out that my largest cookie sheet that I thought would be too big to even fit in the stove oven (it doesn't fit in the dishwasher unless I fiddle with the geometry extensively) just sits on the little ledges that can hold the rack that goes with that oven (it also has legs and can sit on the bottom of the oven) so I managed to get two sheets in to bake at once. Triumph!
None of my cats are lap cats, nor do they like being picked up. But they like sleeping with me and being in the same room as me, and they do like being petted. I could do nothing else, if I wanted to make a career of it.
Burrell was a nobody-but-me cat; Luna is quite the extrovert by comparison. Actually she's quite the extrovert compared to most cats.
That line tickles me.
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Y'all, I pulled a muscle in my chest this weekend. A pencil thin muscle, but one that protests mildly on inhale when bra'ed. Or downstroke holding breath. Which is really annoying. You can't ice, heat or foam roll that shit. Just wait it out. And cough from pollen and try not to grab your boob at work. Nice.
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Huh. Like the way Abercrombie & Fitch used to be a kickass expedition outfitter and now they're, well, disappointing.
The company that makes my CPAP mask for my sleep apnea also does woodworking tools. Conglomerates are interesting.
Those kind of injuries drive me up a wall, sarameg.
Like the way Abercrombie & Fitch used to be a kickass expedition outfitter
They were? That is hard to picture.
Second batch of macaroons definitely not as successful as the first. You can see the progression, getting flatter and blobbier, from the first one I scooped out to the last. Too much stuff needing to be gently and/or lightly folded into the egg whites is my guess. I am not great at that, it is known. Oh well. After they cool down a bit I will taste the flattest blob and see if it's okay.
Anyone know why Ghost Rider is on BBC America?
MIss Erzabet No Biting is a cuddler. She wants to sit on my lap, and will herd me to a chair so there will BE a lap. Better yet is if I have a blanket over my lap, so she can be Under.
Vlad likes petting, but the only time he really wants a lap is if I'm sitting at the work desk. Usually during a phone meeting.
Ruthven wants petting and tummy rubs, but mostly wants to sleep.
