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Posted by the Misanthropic Hostess.
Every once in a while I get inspired and come up with a recipe. The inspiration for this one came while looking at all the odds-and-ends of half-empty bags of chocolate and confections that reside in the bin in our pantry creatively labeled “chocolate.” Specifically, the nearly eight ounces of crumbled Lindt white chocolate white coconut bits I had from making curls for at least three different cakes. What to do? What to do?
Here is what I did. And here …
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We’ve already established the fact that I like parties even when I don’t like the people involved…hence the name of this little blog. So, as you can imagine, my head nearly explodes with anticipatory excitement when the chance to celebrate is paired with groovy people (think Oprah’s favorite things excited). This was recently the case when we feted the upcoming nuptials of a favorite colleague. The hosts indulgently allowed me to to have some fun with it. Though, I think …
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We’ve talked about Cooks Illustrated before and about how great their recipes are. And they are great. Spot on. Always turn out.
However, after having collected the magazine for years, I can say with confidence that Cooks Illustrated could make pouring a glass of lemonade sound complicated. And I understand this, because as I’ve openly admitted, I’m the same way. I like to do things right and sometimes this requires multiple steps. However, complicated seems too derogatory a term for …
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TD: Can you make me some cookies? Only, you know, the normal ones.
Me: You mean the kind without any of those villainous pink peppercorns?
TD: Uh huh. Yeah, those.
And so goes TD’s quarterly request for what he calls, “the normal cookies.” The “normal cookies” is simply code for chocolate chip cookies. Whenever I make a batch, they are quickly put into a zip lock bag and appropriated to the “man loft” where they are stored in the “man fridge” to be …
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I was at the gym the other day watching Sex and the City on Closed Caption while toiling away on the rowing machine. I think it’s funny that I get most of my pop culture via subtitle while at the gym. Of course this can lead to confusion like the time I was watching VH1 while on the treadmill and spent an entire music video thinking Menudo were the Jonas Brothers (all the while opining, ‘hey, these Jonas Brothers are …