I will be attempting Crème brûlée for the first time ever even though I’ve owned one of those gas jets for the hand for years. Never used it till tomorrow. Some friend of Kwee’s from France is coming over for luncheon. Kwee discovered the wonders of clorox and became a stepford wife cleaning every thing in site (about time). She obsessed over what to do about dessert, as in Hmm, what to do about, what can we possibly serve, we must have a dessert …. till I finally yelled out, For the Love of God I’ll do it just shut up about it.
I’ll report later how it actually tasted.
So then I’ve got all these egg whites and I’m thinking, Knocked one new dessert out of the park why not go two for two. I tried making macaroons. Total failure. I am going to have to scrape the dead macaroon bodies off of the numerous pans. And then wash the buggers so that Madame le clorox doesn’t have a meltdown. I mean, Jesus.
Kwee got her flu shot today. I made her take this hoary halloween candy with her. The worst of the worst – I can’t tell you what flavor any of it was but suffice to say that the word ‘candy’ was on the bag and it cost her maybe 12 cents to buy the whole thing. She hates halloween, hates having anyone coming to our door. So we prepare every year by getting ‘candy’ for 12 cents a bag and then letting the whole thing stay fresh as a daisy for 9 years before I scream, This is Not Candy, and then throw it out.
The turnaround time was faster this time.
Kwee says that there were a whole bunch of Jewish kids also getting their shots and since Kwee spoke English to them they took that as a sign that they could eat this stranger’s candy. Which they did. She said it really got them in the mood for the shot.
All of which to say it’s not candy and I am not getting any bloody flu shot.