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persephone_kore) wrote2007-09-09 11:59 pm
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Random Kitchen Love, Mostly
I like my set of three mesh strainers that was the same price as one strainer of another brand. Perhaps there was something superior about the other one, but these are entirely adequate for everything I've used them for, and it's convenient to have multiple sizes.
I like the scrub brush I picked up impulsively off a sale table. It gets down into the glasses that are quite nice in other ways, but won't let even my small hands through the mouth to scrub them properly.
I like my new pair of blue mugs. I haven't actually used them yet, but they would hold a lovely cup of hot cocoa or a serving of tomato soup, and they can go in the dishwasher and the microwave, but I could also get my hand down inside to clean them. They caught my eye in a display of other mugs, and I took one down and saw that it was about half the price of most of the other mugs. And probably sturdier than most of them, too. I look forward to giving them a workout this winter. (I need to go buy Whole Foods out of a substantial fraction of their corn display if they've still got the same price as last time I was there. And then freeze a lot of it. I think that would do good things for my willingness to eat vegetables this winter.)
I think I have put too much vanilla flavoring into my boiled custard, although I'm more amused than worried. I just poured some in instead of measuring. I did not realize quite how generous I had been with it until I stirred, whereupon my custard turned from a creamy color to a pale tan. I decided it needed straining because the lumps became visible by dint of not absorbing the vanilla.
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charmisjess's reaction to my foray into recipe invention. I started with trying to come up with a random "planetary-local" dish that Dooku might like. Her Serenno tea ceremony (Oh! And possibly the Schadenfreude Pie recipe) provided a conceptual starting point and probably the idea of it being sort of strongly flavored and bitter, and then since I was after solid meal-type food, the idea somehow absorbed a kind of eggroll and a lot of morbid symbolism.
I like the scrub brush I picked up impulsively off a sale table. It gets down into the glasses that are quite nice in other ways, but won't let even my small hands through the mouth to scrub them properly.
I like my new pair of blue mugs. I haven't actually used them yet, but they would hold a lovely cup of hot cocoa or a serving of tomato soup, and they can go in the dishwasher and the microwave, but I could also get my hand down inside to clean them. They caught my eye in a display of other mugs, and I took one down and saw that it was about half the price of most of the other mugs. And probably sturdier than most of them, too. I look forward to giving them a workout this winter. (I need to go buy Whole Foods out of a substantial fraction of their corn display if they've still got the same price as last time I was there. And then freeze a lot of it. I think that would do good things for my willingness to eat vegetables this winter.)
I think I have put too much vanilla flavoring into my boiled custard, although I'm more amused than worried. I just poured some in instead of measuring. I did not realize quite how generous I had been with it until I stirred, whereupon my custard turned from a creamy color to a pale tan. I decided it needed straining because the lumps became visible by dint of not absorbing the vanilla.
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And oh, I had forgotten that. Hee.
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Dooku nudged her lightly with a second glass of water and pulled out a container of large, smooth-skinned deep orange berries. "These aren't as sweet as they look and make a good soup, although I suppose it's a bit odd for breakfast." He laughed again suddenly. "These, on the other hand -- they make caf out of the pits."
Dooku apparently found the prospect of assembling a tasty (if dubiously nutricious) breakfast from their odd assortment entertaining enough that he was not-quite-intentionally taking over.
Dooku finally dropped the exploded tomato into the odd concoction, frowned at it for a moment, and added cheese. Scout thought he might have winced.
...For clarification, he was wincing at the conversation, not the stew. Scout later pronounces that it tastes...interesting, and "at least it smells better than what Master Yoda eats." Dooku rather liked it, at least until he snorted it when Scout made that critique.
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