Demented Ramblings life is too short to refrain from eating jam out of the jar


Pi R Round

I used to have this officemate who loved key lime pie. Every time he would mention it, I would reply with "I have the best recipe for that..." but never brought him either the recipe or the pie. I've been saying to myself for the past year that I was going to make key lime pie and take him some, but I just haven't done it. I probably haven't made it in 3 years or longer.

Tonight I decided to change that. And, since of course "pies come in twos" as my pop says, I made two of them. One for pop and I to scarf and one for Steve. Sharing a cubicle wall with Mr. Grumpy Pants has made me miss my crazy whistling roomie, the perkiest man alive.

I even remembered to copy down the recipe for him, so that hopefully he can get his wife to make it next time.


something to fight about

here's something that my pop and i will never agree on. real butter.

i think it makes a world of difference when cooking. especially when paired with heavy cream. he says it doesn't.

yet he also says that i cook much better than him. it's the butter and cream, dooflepie! i've developed a new interest in kraft macaroni and cheese because of it, it tastes so much better this way. fat grams be damned!

tonight's culinary masterpiece: mashed potatoes. yummmmmm. i was in the mood for something simple and comforting, i spent this afternoon helping displaced folks fill out useless paperwork.

of course, pop also said that i ruined the potatoes by using the mixer on them. he likes them super lumpy. of course, this required me to point out that "i didn't make them for you, but you are welcome to eat them."

i swear, that man will drive me crazy some day. if mom doesn't beat him to it.