quidam....ahhh, I see, it's a cultural thing.
As an Italian there's a long standing tradition of weird food in my family. My grandmother swears to this day her favourite thing was what roughly translated to "milk soup". Her own grandmother would save the bread from the week in a paper bag in cubes, making hard, somewhat stale croutons. Then she would boil milk, honey, and heavy cream on the stove until it thickened and would drop in the bread. She'd serve it topped with brown sugar you were supposed to melt into the mixture. As someone who can't stand the thought of even regular bread pudding I cannot IMAGINE this tasting good, but she swears that it was what she looked forward to every weekened.
Another, much more appetizing sounding food is fried and breaded artichoke. Stuffed with bread stuffing and then rolled in flower twice and fried, the way you eat it is by pulling off a leaf and scraping your teeth across the leaf, pulling off the softened artichoke from the stem part and getting a mouthful of seasoned bread stuffing and crispy flour coating. My mother hates artichokes, but she would steal bites from her father's plate when he thought she wasn't looking.
So yeah, I guess everyone has their own little cultural idiosyncrasies. The other day a Japanese seller decided it would be awesome to send me pocky (this is more than fine, I love the damn stuff, it's chocolate on a biscuit and that's all I need to know), along with hard candy that was supposed to taste like plums (I wasn't brave enough to pop the sucker in my mouth in case I was eyeballing the wrapper wrong) and a bunch of super strong green tea packets from one of the most famous companies in Japan (the "Japanese people's green tea" if you will). I also can't tell you how many Japanese tiny kit-kats I have received. Japan must be on a kit-kat kick because these sellers had nothing in common but like four different ones sent me the same exact candies. XDD The pocky-plum-and-tea guy also mentioned he would love to see The Liberty Bell (since I live in PA). It's so weird how often I take all those historical sites for granted. "Washington's Crossing" is particularly vexing:
Mother: ....Maybe they just named the place after him. Maybe he didn't really cross here...
Me: They could have lined up the damn canoes and walked across!! It would have been like "Heave!! *one second later* Land Ho!!"
(I refuse to believe the Delaware has changed THAT MUCH. It's a natural landmark, so we're talking thousands of years to make a dent, and people have for the most part left the Delaware alone, building up around it.)
How did I get talking about Washington again? And why am I hungry?
Vetinari I'm so glad to hear that the corset fits!!! And I'm glad it's more posture and less "I need to go faint for lack of oxygen now".
Is it a fashion accessory? Or more of a....errr...private wardrobe choice?
Trix DO look like paintballs, don't they? Quick tip from having my mother around who makes the best effing rice krispy treats on planet earth (she even sprinkles the top with coloured sugar gahhh), when you make the marshmallow and butter mixture first, make it salted butter and add a decent bit more than the recipe calls for. Especially because Trix are a strong tasting cereal, you're going to want a buttery, smooth under-taste there. The extra butter just makes it more rich and decadent. Do it until you can actually start to taste the melted butter in the mixture. Once it's rich and good (and you have to stop yourself from eating a batch of marshmallows, sugar (depending on recipe), and butter), that's the best time to add the Trix cereal in.
Also, since Trix are bigger cut them into squares rather than rectangular bars. It will keep the aesthetic nicer and keep more of your hard work intact and not cut in half.
I love that all our fellow board members are foodies too! Makes me feel better for subscribing to the phrase "Some people eat to live, and others live to eat." <---I would fall into the second category obviously.
Happy paintball hunting and Trix bar eating!! You may do more of the latter!! (It gets addicting.)
