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Monday, December 15, 2008

Grab yer pencils and start jotting this down...

With just a few minutes to spare 'fore headin' out into the tundra to take the kid to Monday night Soccer - thought I throw a few letters up on the good 'ol Scrubbie board to say hey.

Nope - have not done the recipe pages yet - but here's something to get you started:

English Toffee

In a saucepan, combine 1 cup of butter - not margarine - BUTTER. Real, deelishush, fattening, creamy butter. Combine that with 3 and 1/3 cup of white sugar - not Splenda - real, deelishush... well, you get the idea. Medium to med/high heat should do 'er. Stir. Stir some more. Once all melted, drop in a tablespoon of corn syrup and 3 tablespoons of water. Stir like a witch on halloween night. Keep stirrin'. Get that puppy bubblin'. Watch it start to turn golden. Frothy. More golden. Feel your mouth start to water. Be sure to hum or sing somethin' happy while doing this or it wont turn out. Honest. Now - somewhere in that drawer filled with those weird utensils you hardly ever use but wouldnt throw out has to be a candy thermometer. Keep diggin' - it's in there. Good. Now - make sure you keep this batch of golden goodness goin' till it hits 300 degrees. Not 299. 300. Throw a sheet of parchment paper in a cookie tray. Then real careful like - pour out this sugary goodness onto that tray. Ya - that's it. Oh ya baby. Use a spatula to get out every last bit of ooze. (Note - you dont really NEED a spatula - but by using it - you get to have your first taste of the toffee cause it hardens and cools on the spatula REAL QUICK) Let 'er sit for a while. A good while. It needs to cool and harden. Then - crack that sheet of heaven up into delish shards. Go ahead. DO IT.

Now - if you not on the naughty list yet - melt some chocolate and just dip some of those shards into that chocolate. You know you want to.

I know - I know - this is too good to be true. But, have I ever lead you astray? No. Of course not.

Damn - just talkin about it... Scrubbie needs a cold shower.

Gotta run boys and girls. The kid's gotta be on the field in half an hour. Later gater.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Hey Kids - Sunday night - oh what a night!

Yesterday, Scrubbie was babysittin' at the wife's gal pal Judy's pad. Her two lads are just a riot and I don't mind hangin' with them anytime. Drivin' home was a bit of a challenge... when I left, there was a sheet of ice everywhere and on everything. So - Scrubbie took the go-kart up to a whopping 60 km/h all the way home.

Hey - tonight - Survivor's finale is on. WooHoo! Can't wait to see the fireworks. Nothin' better than a group of people gettin' their grump on and makin' fools of themselves. hehehehehe. Better them than me. *grin

Hey - I have been asked for some recipe cards for the yummy goodies that are slowly being consumed 'round the igloo here. Mostly the kid and his punk friends nibbling at chocolate while they are here. (Wanna know a secret? Just between us. I LOVE sendin the punks home to their caretakers all whoop-ass'd up on sugar. Snicker-snicker!) So - I'll see if I can get creative and put together the recipes into some kinda' digi-scrappin somethin-er-other. If not - I'll just throw them up. Ya know how it is - Christmas comin' up and all. Time is a precious commodity these days.

So - work wise - things are windin down now till January. Ahhhhh. But, come Jan - holy mackinaw - I gots me hands full.

Now - I gotta go and find the electric cattle prod that I keep lyin round the igloo here somewhere. What? Why do I need it? I have a 12 yr old son who has homework and a bedroom resembling a WWII diorama. That's why.