I’m eating soy ice cream
LL won’t touch it. GMO
soy probably, she says.
It’s not chocolatey
enough for me so I pour
milk-based chocolate
syrup all over it.
Much better, I grin.
You’re a weirdo, says
LL.
Yes. But I’m your
weirdo, I reply.
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A Staggering Rat of Heartbreaking Something or Other "Oor Ratty. Your Ratty. A'body's Ratty."
and his sous chef pal make another tub of coconut gelato while I stir up the best hot chocolate sauce to pour on top later. (It’s one bar of E. Guittard bittersweet, one half bar SOMA semisweet, and a few blorts of 35% cream.) We taste.
Sous chef A says “Very good.”
Sous chef B rolls his eyes, licks his lips and says to sous chef A: “You live like this?”
(shall we refer to ourselves as brigade de cuisine?)
Just threw an apple crumble into
the oven. I used LL’s mom’s organic
Granny Smith/Smythe/Smeeth apples.
We didn’t have a few of the key ingredients so I subbed some stuff but don’t tell anyone. Oh. I used about 300% less sugar called for as well. There was no way I was adding 3 cups of sugar. I used 2/3 of a cup.
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