Defense Against the Culinary Arts
I think this is an appropriate night for me to sit here and post a picture of my dinner.

A black, white and redall over omelette (made from the egg whites I orphaned by making a key lime pie tonight, along with some red peppers, tomatoes, black olives, and sharp provolone) garnished with parsley my parents sent me from their garden, and a fresh-out-of-the-oven pretzel-roll.
(If you were looking at that and thinking "But
evilhippo, that's such a small dinner!" it's really more my second dinner, since I was starving when I got home from work and ate the rest of my leftover pizza pockets. I put purple cauliflower in them, and it was awesome, I felt like I was 12 eating them.)
Anyway, back to the point: I adore that pretzel recipe. As if pretzels alone aren't fun enough to make, I haven't found a shape that dough won't bake up beautifully in. Pretzel bread (I prefer to braid the dough, but it'd probably work in a loaf-ish shape too), pretzel rolls, pretzel-pretzels. I'm like a kid at craft time with this dough. I'm about two batches away from making pretzel animals. The only thing I change is the flour measurement (it shades closer to 4 cups and a skosh more; 4.5 cups makes a dough that's too stiff to really have fun with), and the cooking time depending on how thickly I've wound the dough up (anything past 14-and-a bit gets pretty dark, though).
And now my apartment is about 830 degrees, but I don't mind because I'm going to need these pretzel rolls for my future sustenance and I'm not going to have a chance to cook again this weekend, unless my mom feels like a night in. The key lime pie wasn't technically a necessity, but I had half a bag of key limes sitting on my table slowly and defiantly over-ripening themselves so I had to do something.
I now return you to the part of my journal where I don't post pictures of food.
A black, white and red
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Anyway, back to the point: I adore that pretzel recipe. As if pretzels alone aren't fun enough to make, I haven't found a shape that dough won't bake up beautifully in. Pretzel bread (I prefer to braid the dough, but it'd probably work in a loaf-ish shape too), pretzel rolls, pretzel-pretzels. I'm like a kid at craft time with this dough. I'm about two batches away from making pretzel animals. The only thing I change is the flour measurement (it shades closer to 4 cups and a skosh more; 4.5 cups makes a dough that's too stiff to really have fun with), and the cooking time depending on how thickly I've wound the dough up (anything past 14-and-a bit gets pretty dark, though).
And now my apartment is about 830 degrees, but I don't mind because I'm going to need these pretzel rolls for my future sustenance and I'm not going to have a chance to cook again this weekend, unless my mom feels like a night in. The key lime pie wasn't technically a necessity, but I had half a bag of key limes sitting on my table slowly and defiantly over-ripening themselves so I had to do something.
I now return you to the part of my journal where I don't post pictures of food.
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This is all your fault.
I'm so making pretzel rolls later.
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Do it! There's pounding things and tying things in knots and painting things with eggs, and then boiling, and subjecting things to high temperatures. It has all the hallmarks of torture but it's tasty.
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Lauren made your pretzels for the Oregon Civil War football game this weekend, and omg they were soooo tasty. So thank you!
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Yaaay, spreading the pretzel love! What, may I ask, is the Oregon Civil War fooball game? My imagination has come up with a very interesting picture that I don't think is entirely accurate.
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Haha, why are we both still awake?
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Go to bed!
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