Remember the other day I told you that the space bar went mysteriously missing from my keyboard?
Well guess what, N has now gone the way of the space bar.
I find it so funny every time I look at that keyboard, slowly metabolizing itself. Mr. Urban reprimanded me for laughing so hard. He detected a slight look of pride on the face of the tiny suspect, perching quietly atop her folded knees on the too-tall kitchen stool viewing the evidence.
Anyways, all this started when the UrbanToddler discovered the Word Processor and decided to write a Very Big Book in Large Pink Font.
It takes me forever to type anything now. So I have taken up Pinterest, where you only have to point and click to get things accomplished.
On Valentine's day, I had the beautiful idea for the UrbanToddler and I to make a country chocolate pie from scratch. I had not consulted a recipe before settling on the idea.
That morning, we assembled the general chocolate pie ingredients and started Googling around for a recipe that we liked. Of course, I did not read through the whole recipe before starting, and it wasn't until step 5 that we realized that chocolate pies contain a whole mess of raw eggs!!!
I tried to Google my way out of the whole raw egg/salmonella thing.... but decided not to take a chance on poising the gang.
Over an hour into the project, I finally decided on an Emeril recipe with somewhat cooked eggs, even though I never like using Emeril's recipes, as I always find them too complicated and too rich for comfort.
Now all I had to do was to heat some cream and simply thicken it into a custard by adding a few spoon fulls of corn starch. Easy enough task, except that for no obvious reason (to me), the chance of turning it into a lumpy inedible cream stew is 4 out of 5 tries.
Many Hours later a chilled chocolate pie emerged for an UrbanFamily Valentine tea time. We couldn't hold back the applause in our excitement.
But do me a favor and add "Making a Chocolate Pie" to your list of Things Not to Do with A Toddler!
Well guess what, N has now gone the way of the space bar.
I find it so funny every time I look at that keyboard, slowly metabolizing itself. Mr. Urban reprimanded me for laughing so hard. He detected a slight look of pride on the face of the tiny suspect, perching quietly atop her folded knees on the too-tall kitchen stool viewing the evidence.
Anyways, all this started when the UrbanToddler discovered the Word Processor and decided to write a Very Big Book in Large Pink Font.
It takes me forever to type anything now. So I have taken up Pinterest, where you only have to point and click to get things accomplished.
On Valentine's day, I had the beautiful idea for the UrbanToddler and I to make a country chocolate pie from scratch. I had not consulted a recipe before settling on the idea.
That morning, we assembled the general chocolate pie ingredients and started Googling around for a recipe that we liked. Of course, I did not read through the whole recipe before starting, and it wasn't until step 5 that we realized that chocolate pies contain a whole mess of raw eggs!!!
I tried to Google my way out of the whole raw egg/salmonella thing.... but decided not to take a chance on poising the gang.
Over an hour into the project, I finally decided on an Emeril recipe with somewhat cooked eggs, even though I never like using Emeril's recipes, as I always find them too complicated and too rich for comfort.
Now all I had to do was to heat some cream and simply thicken it into a custard by adding a few spoon fulls of corn starch. Easy enough task, except that for no obvious reason (to me), the chance of turning it into a lumpy inedible cream stew is 4 out of 5 tries.
Many Hours later a chilled chocolate pie emerged for an UrbanFamily Valentine tea time. We couldn't hold back the applause in our excitement.
But do me a favor and add "Making a Chocolate Pie" to your list of Things Not to Do with A Toddler!
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