I almost bought a blowtorch today.
This all started when I stayed late at work for a flight. It was a good deal. I would get to fly and experience some Mondo magic, and Swervin got to go home earlier for his birthday. Of course, it also meant I needed some quick food for dinner, so Subway was in the cards instead of the planned rockfish dish with creamy garlic polenta.
When I got home and was still a bit hungry, I thought, "that's okay, I can run by the store to grab some chocolate for this weekend, then I'll make that polenta as a snack." I ran by the store, found the chocolate quickly, and ran over to the hardware section just to see if they had a blowtorch for the creme brulee that I would like to make properly at some point. They did. However, I already had enough in my basket with the triple sec and sherry that I was buying also that I decided against spending another $30 on a needless appliance. I'll probably end up getting one at some point anyway. I'm almost positive I will. Because after all; a specialized, potentially explosive, fire-making device seems like exactly the sort of thing I should own.
Then I got home and discovered that I have no cornmeal. There went my dreams of a delightful fried polenta snack. That just meant it was time to start early on Q's present. Tonight became a tale of two sauces:
The first was a White Chocolate Sauce with triple sec and cream. And the second was a Dark Chocolate Sauce with coffee, cream, and triple sec and brandy pretending to be Grand Marnier. That's right, I actually drew a line and said no to buying something for Patrick tonight! I feel a little bad about not following the letter of the law, but it's chocolate so of course it's good anyway.
Plus, I got to put the sauces in my new (cheap) plastic squeeze bottles that I finally found at the store tonight. Trade a not super-productive night of cooking for a great night at the store and some good prep for this weekend.
Go Navy! Beat Georgia Southern!
Despite your given profession, I still feel as though I worry about your health more than necessary. A blowtorch? Really???
ReplyDeleteYour desserts sound much fancier than mine. I made sticky buns today that were delicious. From 7th grade Teen Skills cookbook, too!