I am in my office at the moment watching a man in a trunk of a car across the street. He is lying in the trunk with his leg hanging out. There is a parked car behind him with a hidden camera. I think the idea is to get people walking down Sunset Blvd to say "hey! wait a minute! there's a guy in the trunk!" and record the hilarity that ensues when the hidden camera jumps out. Rather hilariously, no one seems to notice.
Anyway, Christmas.
An altogether successful enterprise.: The Mozza Budino was good, but way too rich for the suggested serving size. I had to push myself to finish a serving, and that's saying a lot. I was pleasantly surprised at how easy it is to make, and appears to be very forgiving recipe. Now if I can only figure out how to make it with skim milk...
The apple-calvados croustade was a real show-stopper. We used Nocino, a walnut liquer, instead of calvados. Rocked the house. And dont fear the filo - filo is your friend. I got distracted by work and the BLOODY TIGER ATTACK so probably ended up overcooking the apples. Didnt matter, it was still delightful.
I had a major breakthrough with my yorkshire pudding. I did not realize that you have to bring the ingredients up to room temperature so they rise properly. Mine was still not perfect, but well on the road to puddingy perfection.
I have to get back now to nursing my unhealthy paranoia of zoo animals escaping and killing me in my sleep.
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