The egg white went into a biscuit. Which needed cheese.

Individual chocolate pot de creme. Nuked, natch.

So good, it makes me wish they sold containers of egg yolks next to those containers of egg whites at the grocer’s. I mean, it would only be fair.

And that's when I realized everything might be ok (eventually)

I was commuting to work, thinking about creating a recipe for gingerbread men/ginger snap cookies, when it hit me. Everything I cooked for Thanksgiving was done “to taste” and “to feel.”

The recipes were blueprints only, and I disagreed with them on several points and went my own way. A cheesecake is a cheesecake is a cheesecake, and even a bad cheesecake is probably good.

What's in a (blog) name?

Took up Turbulence Training. I paid far too much for the bodyweight workout package — or did I? Hey, I’m on week 2, and it seems to be working (better than jogging, better than 8-days-a-week martial arts), and I was even able to stop weighing myself every single day.

Peace of mind: Priceless.

Now, I’m just going to IF and cook delicious, nutrient-dense food.

Also, I have the “Akbar’s fish sticks from the sea” jingle stuck in my head.

I was commuting to work, thinking about creating a recipe for gingerbread men/ginger snap cookies, when it hit me. Everything I cooked for Thanksgiving was done “to taste” and “to feel.”

The recipes were blueprints only, and I disagreed with them on several points and went my own way. A cheesecake is a cheesecake is a cheesecake*, and even a bad cheesecake is probably good.

*And a ganache is a truffle is a frosting is a block of fudge.

It was 2:35pm in Astora…

…and I’d already fed five cats.

I’m going to go ahead and never see “Titanic” or “Top Gun,” while I’m ahead

Oh, and I finally saw “The Notebook.” Um. Yeah, I’m thinking that much like for “St. Elmo’s Fire,” there is a critical stage of development in which you have to see this movie, or it will never make any sense to you.

There is a box. There is a machine.

Pumpkin pies: Done.
Cranberry sauce: Done.
Vanilla ice cream: Made.
Bread for stuffing: Baked and chillin’

Major DOMS in my forearms, of all things. I’ll blame the feet-on-the-ball push ups of two days ago. Zowie.

Finally got around to picking up “The Black Swan.” While it is awesome, and I don’t know what took me so long, it’s ultimately unprovable isn’t it? (I know, not the point.) On the other hand, I do feel vilified, because while I like the “Harry Potter” books as much as the next person (more or less), I have never been able to figure out why they became such a monster hit while the Diana Wynne Jones/Zylpha Keatley Snyder/Margaret Mahy books never did.

And then I had the revelation…

…that fudge and truffles are exactly the same thing, just in different shapes.

Delicious shapes.

Peanut Butter Fudge & Nuked to a Crisp String Beans

Yeah, I didn’t actually wait for the fudge to cool before I ate it with a spoon.

Siff squats

Kicked my ass yesterday. OMG.