Archive for December, 2010

Toothless’ Chocolate Creme Pie…….

December 30, 2010

Over the holidays we have had a visit from skosh’s cousin Prang, a handsome fellow of about Skosh’s age and (oh, noes) disposition. It has been lively.  At one point I decided to bake a pie for Solstice dinner and sat the boys in front of the television to watch a dvd titled “How to train your dragon”, a delightful and beautifully animated tale. Prang was so impressed that he demanded to be called ‘Toothless’, the name of the star of the film.  Thus, the pie came to be called ‘Toothless’ Dark Chocolate Cream Pie’.  The recipe follows. it is pretty much the same as any cream pie recipe, with just a few changes.

One baked and cooled 9″ pie shell

4 eggs, separated

1 c white sugar

1/4 c cornstarch

2 c half and half

3 oz unsweetened baking chocolate

1/2 c chocolate eggnog

1 tablespoon butter

1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla

1 four egg meringue (optional)

Since I use whipped cream for the top of the pie instead of the meringue, I brush the unbaked pie crust with part of the egg whites before baking.  I cook the remaining egg whites and mix them with the dog’s food.  Waste not, want not.

Combine the sugar and cornstarch in a saucepan and slowly mix in the half and half, chopped chocolate, and eggnog. Make sure it is well blended and not lumpy and yucky. Don’t worry about the chocolate, it will melt as the mixture cooks. Cook and stir over medium heat until thick and bubbly, then slow down on the heat and cook and stir about 2 minutes more.  Remove the pan from the heat and stir up the egg yolks with a fork.  Add a portion of the mixture to the egg yolks and mix well. Add the egg mixture to the filling in the pan, mix, and bring back to a cautious soft boil, then reduce the heat again and cook and stir for 2 more minutes.  Remove from the heat again and add butter and vanilla and mix well.  Pour into the cooled pie shell and  tell the boys that no, it isn’t ready, NO, IT IS NOT!!

Cool in the fridge for about 3 hours and top with cream to which you add a little vanilla, just a touch, and beat into stiff peaks.

If you want it to look better than mine does in the photo, you can crush a little of Riley’s toffee and sprinkle it on the top of the whipped cream.  not a lot, and yes, it does have to be Riley’s toffee.  I think the link is but don’t quote me.  Best toffee on the planet.  if you’re interested I can find out more.

This recipe will serve one contented dragon or two noisily squabbling ones.  Keep an eye on them or they’ll breathe fire at each other over who got the biggest portion and no one will get any DO YOU HEAR ME, YOU TWO?  DON’T MAKE ME COME IN THERE!  Oh tktktktktk yourself, Skosh, I heard that.

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Christmas toes…….

December 21, 2010

Dammit,now, I have told Skosh repeatedly that we are a family of Pagans and Buddhists and do not celebrate Christmas, but I made a terrible error last week by taking him shopping for little things for his friends and a special gift for Heather that he was nagging me for….a diamond beak stud that she had been wanting for almost a year.  He saw the trees, all decked out in bright shiny doodles, and became enamored of the whole idea of the pretty, bright delights that the season demands.  against my better judgement, and also against my pleas, he decided to shapeshift  in order to accomodate the season.  Thus, he has become, for the nonce, what you see here.  He was not sure how to incorporate his feet and tail into the shape he wished them to become, so he did the best he could.

Blessed Solstice, everyone, and to all of Skosh’s friends and fans…merry christfeet.  happy holitail.  Truly..he meant well.

This is a recipe I made this year for the first time.  It is a recipe that my mother gave me, she got it from her mother,  who got it from my great gramma Owen , who got it from….well.  I could go on.  in any case, it is well over  a hundred years old and I hope you are versed in baking, because it has no instructions.

1 cup butter

1 1/2 cup sugar

2 eggs

2/3 cup sour cream

4 cups flour

1 teaspoon baking soda

2 teaspoons baking powder

That’s it.  It is a bitch to mix, sticky and unruly. Since I know how to bake I set the temp of the oven at 350.  I have a hot oven but still I recommend this temp. Watch them carefully since they are a delicate cookie.  They should be a little brown on the bottom and sides but not too much on the tops.  This recipe makes about a billion cookies so give lots away but do keep some for yourselves as they are really good.  I thank my great great grandmother for these…..thank you, gramma Foreman.  I love you, though I never met you.  Merry Christmas.

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Slouching toward Bethlehem…..

December 14, 2010

What rough beast indeed, the spirit of christmas present.-Posted by Dennis

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Oh dear, oh my…..

December 8, 2010

After weeks of mapping and plotting. packing  and double and triple checking, the boys finally took leave of us to spend their week in the wilds…Men of the wilderness, taming the earth, bending the world to their will.  I was about to breathe a sigh of relief and put my feet up, when there came a tapping at the door.

Actually, a pecking.  a pecking at the door….a tiny, insistent pecking….

I wound my weary way to the door, expecting perhaps a girl scout selling cookies, I hoped, since I love girl scout cookies. But no… was the Rednecker family.  Nilda, ‘Neckers’ mom, Nita, his younger sister, and Neil.…brother.

It seems that Neckers, in his zest to become a mountain man, had neglected to inform his mother that he planned to accompany Skosh on his trek, and I was being questioned as to where he was and how had I managed to allow him to leave my home without calling his mother to make sure he was allowed to leave on this retreat, which he surely would not have been had his mother known of it since she was sure that Skosh was not an appropriate companion and how could I allow such a thing to happen, at which point Neil, (who is convinced that he is a rooster), commenced to crowing loud and long to announce the dawn…which had occured about three or four hours previously.  Nita, who uses her brother’s announcements as a reason to open her music player and turn up the sound to a deafening level,   gave us at that point a delightful rendition of “Shake your tail feathers baby”.

Mrs.Redneckers and I had a cup of tea and discussed the ramifications of our sons trip into the wilds.   I was hard pressed to ease her doubts as to how her son might  survive in the company of a “firebreathing shapeshifter when he is just a tiny hummingbird”, but I slogged on expressing my love for her son and the fact that I had made sure they had all they needed, (leaving out the fermented nectar part), and assuring her that  Neckers had taken his Birdble and was studying the Wird of the Bird every evening before bed.

Nita, during the entire time, rolled her eyes and said, sotto voce so as not to attract her mother’s ire, things like “ewwww’ and “omg, so NOT COOL”  but beyond that she just flounced and wished she were anywhere other than where she was.  Neil, on the other hand, saved my bacon by  crowing loudly at many an inappropriate…or for me…appropriate,,,, moment.

Suffice it to say, we escaped with few if any problems, but I wouldn’t want to be Neckers when he gets home at last.I shall have a few choice words for him that do not exist in his Birdble.  or any other book of religious bent.

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