Musical Fun

Today featured group lunch (outsourced orange chicken with crab puffs) and some music courtesy of Frosted Cake Kid's PSP. He saw fit to share "The Internet is for Porn" with us.

"Does this place have an intercom?"
"Yes it does, and no you may not."
"I hadn't even asked yet!"

When I'm up this early, things go all weird.

The quark wanted to go to charm school. ( Read more... )

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The maintainence witch is now resident manager. In related news, I will be Professor Slughorn when I grow up.

Boiled in Oil

I just went ahead and constructed the project that's been sitting in the bottom of my refrigerator for a while. Just on the sort of impulse that takes several days to premeditate.

Now that I have the steps down, the construction of cookie puffs is reasonably simple, and takes me quite a bit under an hour. Some of the steps made it a lot more swift: the chilled state of the cookie dough, the slicing instead of balling, the use of spoon and fork to handle the cream cheese, the mass stepwise assembly, the wide oil pan instead of a narrow one-at-a-time unit, and the specialized frying tongs.

I'm thinking that this is just evil and decadent enough to be a trademark con food of mine, actually. I also wonder how the uncooked things respond to freezing; in at least theory, they should do excellently well, and if I should mass-produce them before con-time, take them to (a local) con while frozen, then employ an accomplice with a portable electric fryer and an appropriate amount of cooking oil and a shaker of powdered sugar...

*giggle* I think I should make an equal number of friends and enemies. Friends, because the stuff is wicked good. Enemies, because the stuff is just plain wicked.

But yes, refrigerated slicing of cookie dough is in order. One could probably improve the recipe by making the dough personally rather than purchasing it premade...

"Slughorns that Teach", TTTO "Shoehorn with Teeth"

They want the Slughorns, the kind that teach
Friends should be collected for heights that they might reach
They want the Slughorns, the kind that teach
'cause they know he's really keen.

In record time he Transfigures as a chair and he really looks nervous
Dumbly's coming there

He wants the Slughorns, the kind that teach
'cause he knows they're really keen.

Scour the world for the best and brightest clan
But he picked naughty Tom
The death-devouring man

He wants a Slughorn, the kinds that teach
Friends should be collected for heights that they might reach
He wants a Slughorn, the kinds that teach
'cause he knows he's really keen.

What's the sense in evading Dumbledore
When he guessed already those cruxes they were hor

He is a Slughorn, the kind that teach
The man is well-connected, a parasitic leech
He is a Slughorn, the kind that teach
And this time he's not so keen.