When in doubt, make scones.
Half of Australia is still water logged and is facing a bunch of electrical storms and a fucking enormous cyclone hanging out on top of Cairns. The rest of the world, equally fucked, everything from more floods/droughts/blizzards to sex scandals and revolution. In Sydney, it's 31C and 85% humidity. Blatantly, it is the end of days.
There were a bunch of regular, square graham crackers, but these are daschunds, ergo, better.
This is a graham cracker Hunter S. Thompson. No, not sure why.
They are pink with raspberry and dark chocolate ganache and are so good I feel like eating them is sacrilege. It took two recipes and six hours and all the hints at the end of the recipe say "Making these in humid weather is doubly ridiculously fiddly and sticky."
So worth it.
(The pictures are huge because I don't know how to use photobucket.
I don't like to make mass generalisations because a)they make me sound like Clarkson and b) most mass generalisations are partly wrong (ho ho ho) but srsly. Who but the French would come up with a thing that requires two day old egg whites, triple sifted almond meal and icing sugar, folded not stirred, etc etc etc, and then rests on the tongue for a fraction of a second before melting into the merest memory of a taste. Only the fucking French.
There were a bunch of regular, square graham crackers, but these are daschunds, ergo, better.
This is a graham cracker Hunter S. Thompson. No, not sure why.
They are pink with raspberry and dark chocolate ganache and are so good I feel like eating them is sacrilege. It took two recipes and six hours and all the hints at the end of the recipe say "Making these in humid weather is doubly ridiculously fiddly and sticky."
So worth it.
(The pictures are huge because I don't know how to use photobucket.
I don't like to make mass generalisations because a)they make me sound like Clarkson and b) most mass generalisations are partly wrong (ho ho ho) but srsly. Who but the French would come up with a thing that requires two day old egg whites, triple sifted almond meal and icing sugar, folded not stirred, etc etc etc, and then rests on the tongue for a fraction of a second before melting into the merest memory of a taste. Only the fucking French.