Sex And Candy
Things I learned spending the weekend with a chef:
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Enough melodrama. Enough talk about Denny's. Time to move into a different Space.
Those little white ceramic dishes are called ramekins.Ashton has a baby and wants to work things out with its mother.
The crazy wax museums and other tourist attractions on Clifton Hill road in Niagara Falls don't open until 9:00.
Denny's has stopped serving corned beef hash.
Glass fireplace doors will crack under certain circumstances, and the sound produced is not unlike a gunshot.
Watching a man prepare apple tatin in your aunt's kitchen is incredibly sexy.
Chocolate syrup turns into toffee when spread on parchment paper and baked in the oven.
Enough melodrama. Enough talk about Denny's. Time to move into a different Space.
11 Comments:
That's a hell of a lot to learn in a weekend, although I have to admit I knew most of the food stuff from my obsession with Alton Brown on Food Network.
Not the part about the sexy in the aunt's kitchen, though. My aunt and I don't get along.
My aunt and I used to get along spendidly, but when she comes home from Germany to find that not only didn't I leave her any of the crème brulé, but I've broken her fireplace door, I may never be allowed back into the house. I'm hoping that my cousin Markus, whose house Ashton and I went to on Saturday night bearing crème brulé and apple tatin for eight, can fix it before his parents return.
Hey, even I knew what a ramekin was. Where have you been? And Denny's stopped making corned been hash because it was awful.
Um, Neil, I'm the girl that can burn water, remember? I suppose you're gonna tell me you knew what parchment paper was, too, huh? And yeah, Denny's corned beef hash is greasy and yukky in the most wonderfully awful way; exactly what I wanted at 4:00 in the morning after being talked into driving to Niagara Falls on the spur of the moment after the karaoke bar closed. (In Canada, Denny's are few and far between, and I knew there was one in Niagara Falls.) As is, I had to settle for a Moons Over My Hammy. Oh, god, I love Denny's!
The Denny's in canada are not as half as good as they are in the USA. The menu is way smaller.
Moons over My Hammy...it was my fav until they came out with those bowls with 2 layers of hash browns w/ eggs and ham in between and melted cheese on top. Denny's..*drooling*
I'm so glad to see that we all have our priorities straight. :-)
I think I would go to Denny's more often if I didn't get so embarrassed ordering the food. Moons over my hammy, Rooty tooty fresh and fruity... come on! I just want some eggs and bacon! ;)
FYI:
http://www.dennys.ca/locations.html
yer welcome
No OMG he has a baby, because that comment was confusing... I wasn't sure what "working things out" with his mother meant. That could either be a good thing or a bad thing. And the last time I got on your case about your feelings for 20-something men, I was put firmly in my place. Noone likes to be told "I told you so," but bear in mind that I did!
As for the cracking glass fireplace screen, it is none of my business if you want to have sex in front of the fireplace at your aunt's house. I can only hope that she wasn't home at the time, or the gunshot may have gotten you busted.
Denny's...when I was a kid, we'd always hit them whenever we crossed the border (usually Eureka Rd in the southern burbs of Detroit), because of the kids menu. Half of them came with punch-out masks. I always wanted the fudge nut brownie.
Weird...the word verification for this post is "honghre"!
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