If I ever run in the Underwear Affair, I think I will wear this pair of undies:
DJ Funk’n’stein and I wish you a spooktacular Hallowe’en!
This blog posting could also be titled: my meringue technique needs some work!
When I was a kid, my mom baked with my sister and I a lot. And many of the best recipes she had came from magazines. To this day, I can’t pass by a free recipe booklet in a grocery store without grabbing it to leaf through, just in case my next great recipe is in it. And that is exactly how I found the recipe for Ghostly Brownies! And, as luck would have it, my work is having a Halloween pot luck tomorrow!
So baking the brownies was a piece of cake1, but the meringue ghosts proved to be a challenge. First of all, despite my many years of baking experience, I don’t think I’ve ever made meringue before. I followed the recipe – beat egg whites to form soft peaks, then slowly beat in sugar and keep beating until stiff peaks form. But the stiff peaks – they weren’t forming! A quick Google search revealed two problems: (1) the egg whites should have been at room temperature, while mine were quite cold2, and (2) there was no mention of adding cream of tartar (or some other acid) to stabilize the beaten eggs. I couldn’t do anything about the egg temperature, but I threw in some cream of tartar and managed to get peaks – not quite what I’d called “stiff” peaks, but stiffer than soft peaks and it seemed that that was the best I could do.
And that long winded description explains why my meringue ghosts are a little bit, well, flat. And fat. But they are *my* fat flat ghosts.
My ghosts before baking.
And after baking.
And now I just need to make a little sign to go with these: “THESE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE GHOSTS! I KNOW, MY MERINGUE TECHNIQUE NEEDS SOME WORK!”
For the record, this is what they were *supposed* to look like:
They’ll be better next time!
But the photo doesn’t have a Creative Commons license, so you’ll have to go to the Flickr photo page to see it.Update: Janette is awesome and put a Creative Commons license on this photo, so now I can share it with you here! Thanks, Janette! I hope your little Quatchi gets lots of candy on Saturday!
I may or may not have a search for Quatchi Flickr photos in my Google Reader.
Update: Janette linked to this video in the comments section and I had to post it: too cute!!
Let’s see what interesting things people have Googled lately to end up on my blog lately?
And finally, just in time to give you nightmares for Hallowe’en, someone Googled the following: “how do people have sex with knives“
This is part of the “operating instructions” that came with the headphones I bought recently:
Seriously, it’s just a basic pair of headphones that I use to listen to my iPod. And really, the only “instructions” are “Wear the headphone marked R on your right ear and the one marked L on your left ear.” Thanks, Sony, I don’t know what I won’t have done without these fine instructions!
The other day, I lost Marla (my iPod) in the most impossible way. I was synching my iPod to put a new audiobook that I’d just downloaded onto her, then put Marla in my purse and rushed1 out the door and took the 20 or so steps from my front door to my car. And when I opened my purse to plug my iPod in so that I could listen to said audiobook on the way to work… she was gone. Just gone. I emptied my purse. I searched the car in case Marla had fallen out when I tossed my purse in. I retraced my steps to see if she’d fallen out on the way to the car. Nothing. She was just… gone.
And so things stood for two days. When I got home after work, I again searched the path between my house and the street, and I searched my apartment. Nothing. I loaded the audiobook onto my old iPod2 and used that to begrudgingly listen to the book (as its capacity is so small that I can’t really fit anything on it besides the book, so, unlike with Marla, I don’t have a choice between book, podcasts and music, depending on my mood).
Possible theories on what happened to Marla included:
And then yesterday, after a meeting I had in Port Moody, I opened the passenger side door of my car3 and saw this:
There she was, just sitting there, looking as innocent as can be. How did she get there? Your guess is as good as mine because I SEARCHED THE CAR!! WTF??
So basically, I’m thinking that Marla, not unlike the prodigal son, ran off and blew all her money on hookers and blow, and with her only other option to become a caretaker of pigs to make a living4, she came home. And, like the father in that parable, I was super happy to see her and welcomed her back with open arms, kicking my old iPod (like the other brother in the parable) to the curb while feeding Marla a fatted calf.
Yes, I’m not a fan of the story of the prodigal son. But super happy to have my Marla back nonetheless.
Just saw this on Twitter and it was too funny not to share with you:
And when you follow the link, you get this search result from the Vancouver Public Library’s catalog:
In truth, I think it’s the Toronto Maple Leaf *players* that need those books, rather than fans.
And I just tried to do a search for books that Leafs fans might find useful and got this unexpected, but hilarious result:
My father, as I’ve mentioned before, is a big Leafs fan. He also listens to country music.
The conclusion here: the Vancouver Public Library hates my father.
Today I hit the 10,000 km mark on Zaphod, my beloved Smart Car!
Because I’m a super nerd, I’ve been tracking my gas mileage1. And so far, this is where I’m at:
|L of gas used||594|
|$ spent on gas||$714.14|
|average km per day||62.2|
|$ per km||$0.07|
|fuel economy (L/100 km)||5.92|
|fuel economy, American style (miles per gallon)||39.7|
A few observations:
At work today, I wanted to see when I’d started a particular document and when I checked the “Properties,” this is what I saw:
Somehow I managed to print this document a full month *before* I created it. I’m that good.