Ever just want to tear your hair out, or someone else's? If you cannot restore a sense of balance, you will run away from home? Just want to say some things without the constraints of staying on topic? Well, this thread is for you! If you just need a short break to let it all hang out, be a brat, then come on, you can do it. No holding back! Go for it, you can do it.
to further confuse everyone.
It's not you Countrymouse.
We have jars of marshmallow creme here in the U.S. and easily make our fudge out of that without any softball stages. heh heh.
But thanks so much for your efforts to pass on that evil recipe!
I found a whole discussion about "why" we refuse to learn to use a kitchen scale in north america. I think the answer is incredibly simple, the recipes aren't written that way. And the thought of converting old recipes... not gonna happen.
I'm part of the awkward in-between generation, CW - I can cope with metric, if I have to, but I think in imperial (250g of tuppenny rice, 250g of treacle doesn't quite have the same swing to it, somehow, does it?). As, I might add, do even most young Brits when it comes to their height and weight or distance from home or shoe size... But almost all recipes get published in just metric nowadays, there's probably an EU regulation about it. Cups I never did get the hang of properly, though.
I actually prefer weighing honey and syrup to using a volume measure, because so much of it clings to the spoon or cup that I'm never sure how much is going in the bowl and how much gets "rinsed off" (i.e. eaten) before I put the spoon in the dishwasher. It's easy, anyway - you just put your mixing bowl on the scales and keep adding.
But any system is better than none. There was the new bride trying to learn how to make lokshen noodles by watching her grandmother:
B - Now go slow, and I'll write it down.
G - Oo-kay. Ready? So you take your flour...
B - Flour, how much flour?
G - ??? As much as you'll want lokshen.
100 g = 3 1/2 0z. butter by weight
550 g = 19.4 oz. Sugar by weight (need cups)
200 g. (by wt.) = 7 oz. (by liquid volume?) golden syrup
350 ml. = 1 1/2 cups heavy cream (by liquid volume)
1/2 tsp. (or grams) = 1/2 tsp.
100° C (Celsius) = 212° F
116° C = 240° F
I cannot do this....
100g butter
550g Demerara sugar
200g golden syrup
350ml double (heavy) cream
1tsp vanilla extract
¼-½ tsp sea salt flakes, according to taste
Using a medium-sized high-sided heavy-based pan, melt the butter, sugar, syrup and cream together, stirring until the sugar has dissolved.
Line a 9-10" square tin with greaseproof or non-stick paper.
Bring your ingredients to a simmer over medium-low heat without stirring. Continue to cook, stirring occasionally, until it reaches 100ºC, then stir more frequently until you get to soft ball/116ºC - make sure it doesn't catch.
Take off the heat, beat in the vanilla and salt, then continue beating the mixture until it thickens and loses its shine. Pour into the tin and leave it to cool.
After about an hour, mark it into squares then leave it to get cold. Best kept in the fridge after that.
This recipe is evil. Like the plot in The Ring, I think passing it on might be the only way to break free from it.
(love my new word typo) what big bowl meant, so I went back, added a banana. Lol.
It aas sl good! (Also a new word typo), looks Norwegian or
Swedish, yah?
All is right with the world again - ha ha
What are you having?
Just home from hoca and the house is still too hot so I'll join you in some ice cream
viewed from my front window, is now 50% contained.
Not much to burn after the fire met up with last year's Sand Fires burned out areas.
Going to have that huge bowl of ice cream now.
Then, saw the water dancing gorilla at the Dallas zoo-
all accesible online.
I read Alabama Shakes is there
If you've never heard them look up the song, hold on
The lead vocalist sounds like Janis Joplin
There's always Baywatch
I'm thinking of taking in a movie to escape the heat - John Lithgow in dinner with ... or maybe book of Henry or bossy underpants
I know what the words mean. But...
I read it through again, slower and more attentively.
If you have absolutely no idea what they're talking about, and you're none too confident that the reviewer quite knows either - '... the film's peppy pre-teen heroine Izzy appears in the middle of a military sortie: Wahlberg's character asks her what on earth she's doing there, and she replies, with commendable honesty, "I don't know."' - what are the odds of being glad you bought a ticket?
Wash that you on the evening news out on the freeway on your motorcycle kicking a car and causing a multi car pile up?
Either that or he's lost his voice... :/
He gets a big treat to tide him over, he's got his basket, his bed (he likes to swap round), water, his box of toys and his special cuddly toy puppy; and he's confined to the kitchen in case of bathroom accidents (not that there've been any); and sometimes he's fine, but sometimes I get back and find that he's howled himself hoarse. I have to go to my volunteer job this afternoon and it's far, far too hot even to think of taking him in the car. I'll try the radio and cross my fingers.
But he's going to be twelve this year, a bit long in the tooth for new conditioning. Plus, it may not be so much a maladjustment in his training as bitter experience seared on his doggy memory. I've no idea if he was always a worry-wart, though, of course.
I have considered getting a cat to keep him company. But no - no more pets.
He would really like his own cat...🙄
There is a special technique to train your dog, found on the internet. Poor big baby, he misses you.
Have you tried crate training, a radio with talking instead
of music? Pet that big dog from me, hug him tight.
But all the same! He's been with me for nearly five years now so you'd have thought he'd have figured out that I *always* come back! Plus I never, ever leave him on his own anywhere except in our house, apart from the Dog Park at the supermarket where there's CCTV and a bowl of water. He never seems to mind that so much, probably because of all the shoppers who stop and make a fuss of him. Maybe what freaks him out most is being anywhere there aren't people.