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The first set of stories.
Chocolate truffles: I found these via dduane, made them, and took them in to work. Wow. The response was amazing. They're as easy to make as the recipe suggests, with my notes below:
A real double-boiler isn't necessary; just jam a little pot into a big pot.
Use cheesecloth to strain, and be prepared to use your fingers.
Make-ahead: You can flavor the cream, refrigerate it overnight, and do the part with the chocolate the next day.
800g of chocolate = 3.5 8oz bars.
I am totally going to make these flavored with Constant Comment tea. I don't know, what would I roll it in? Sugar for sure, but cinnamon doesn't seem quite right.
New office: Approximately 47 years after the idea was first proposed, I have finally moved into a new office at work.
Speaking of cleaning out amazing junk....
Fridge broke: I went to take a drink of milk over the weekend and almost fell over when the smell hit me. Realizing that my sodas had been sort of warm for a few days, I brilliantly deduced that my fridge was broken and I'd have to get maintenance up to fix it.
That meant cleaning out the fridge.
Oh, lord. I've said this before: like a miner expects blacklung, and a parachutist expects to squish flat on the rocks, I am pretty sure that when my number comes up I'll die of fridge poisoning. Sometimes the mold grows mold. It's not a case of laziness so much as negligence: my fridge is in a corner and I can really only approach it from the side, and...out of sight, out of mind.
So anyway, it was disgusting, but I got that fridge interior to gleam. (And jammed all my edibles into a cooler and stuck it on the porch.) Maintenance came through, I restocked, and the fridge is still gleaming. I sort of like it that way.
Chocolate truffles: I found these via dduane, made them, and took them in to work. Wow. The response was amazing. They're as easy to make as the recipe suggests, with my notes below:
New office: Approximately 47 years after the idea was first proposed, I have finally moved into a new office at work.
- Me: It's a corner office.
My Mom: Oooh!
Me: They're all corner offices.
My Mom: Oh.
Speaking of cleaning out amazing junk....
Fridge broke: I went to take a drink of milk over the weekend and almost fell over when the smell hit me. Realizing that my sodas had been sort of warm for a few days, I brilliantly deduced that my fridge was broken and I'd have to get maintenance up to fix it.
That meant cleaning out the fridge.
Oh, lord. I've said this before: like a miner expects blacklung, and a parachutist expects to squish flat on the rocks, I am pretty sure that when my number comes up I'll die of fridge poisoning. Sometimes the mold grows mold. It's not a case of laziness so much as negligence: my fridge is in a corner and I can really only approach it from the side, and...out of sight, out of mind.
So anyway, it was disgusting, but I got that fridge interior to gleam. (And jammed all my edibles into a cooler and stuck it on the porch.) Maintenance came through, I restocked, and the fridge is still gleaming. I sort of like it that way.