I decided to make a snack for the knitting group tonight. I cased my ingredients and found a recipe for chocolate chips, marshmallows, and nuts. The bag of marshmallows turned out to be a bag of marshmallow, and I couldn't get it off my fingers without a thorough shouting. The recipe called for melting the chocolate in a double boiler, a tool I usually fake with a steamer and a Pyrex. Except, the water, was, getting, into, the, chocolate? What? I checked the glass for a hole, tried to salvage, turned off the fire and put the whole liquid mess into the sink and watched the cold water until it ran clear.
I try, I really do, to have patience and confidence and curiosity about cooking. I'm clever, I rig things all the time. I can cook crayons for peetsake, with sunshine. But every time I approach the stove something goes amiss enough to put me back into my comfortable "I absolutely cannot cook" attitude. So I baked a nut salad tossed in egg white and cinnamon sugar. It came out delicious.
It is late. The knitters liked my nuts. Here's the handful I ate before I wrote this and went to bed. Auto+zoom=photo.
1 comment:
They were delicious! :)
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