WAAHOO David Lee Roth PANTS SPLIT! It’s Fangsgiving, fuckers! Four day weekend FTW.
I don’t have much to report about dinner, except some quick facts for later. Or perhaps this is Noos U Can Yoose? No.
I whipped up whipped cream beforehand. In fact, I was the Queen of Preparatory Chopping, because there was only one actual guest, and I wanted it to be fairly chill. But by the time dinner had passed, the whip, she was flat again.
So this perpetrator can attest to the fact that once, there was whip. Other than that, I’d say that dinner was like 12% FAIL. Somethings did not turn out quite right. This is the price of doing business with myself, who insists on experimenting on guests for big holidays. I will say that all was eatable, just not quite as expected.
Franpants made napkin rings with leafy outdoors flair, and you may think I probably should have spent less time on FLAIR and more time on foods. Perhaps. But we eat with our eyes, as well as our stomachs, yes?
Today Companion gave the vines out front a big snickersnack. I am disappointed in whoever decided that deciduous clematis was the way to go. I mean, it looks great in the spring and summer, but looks rather butt-flavored in the winter, unless you like that Addams Family aesthetic, which, well…I do. But Companion has Opinions about the yard. So I am going to get some xmas lights to cover up the nakey trellises.
Companion also took the opportunity to drain the raspberries out of his fauxbord.
He wants to make hard cider next, but I think he should go for perry. Perry. It’s time for a comeback, man. Seatards love that weird stuff. We could make TENS.
So as usual, Companion seems stupidly industrious compared to my fap fap fapping ass, who only wrote. I am also making a pie as ANOTHER experiment for JB’s TV party tonight. Amount learned from yesterday’s experimentation: zero percent.
ADDITIONALLY, my chav tan from this summer is FADING. BOO. Oh well. Much like groove, chav is in the heart.
But tonight we drink sparkling pinot noir. Observe the non-snobby nose and how it does not come close to fitting in the glass. CRAM.
Happy Fangs.
I’ve never made cheese cake before, but a friend of mine apparently makes the world’s best pumpkin cheese cake so I forced her to give me the recipe. I made cheese cake for the first time Tuesday night. I left work without printing out the ingredients so grabbed a bunch of stuff at random at the store (sour cream! evaporated milk! people use this shit to bake, right?) and got home only to find that I had everything I needed… except for 1 thing of cream cheese. Because cheese cake calls for like five pounds of cream cheese. So I made my dude go out to the store at 8pm on a work night to get more cream cheese.
The cake turned out awesome. Everyone loved it. next time I make it I’ll cook it longer because I like a firmer cheese cake, but all in all I was pleased with out it turned out. 0% fail in my kitchen this T-Day. I was very surprised. Also, I didn’t drop it or fall face first in it or anything… another pleasant surprise.
0% fail! Jellus.
Ah, is that what one is supposed to do with their free time? Stuff? Hmm. Bossy always thought the answer was “sleep”.
OK, I love your essay at Blogher but I can’t remember my password, etc.
You make me want to be a better something. What, I don’t know. Cook?