Long Weekend

It’s the last weekend before the semester starts, and thankfully it’s a long one.  We celebrated Ad’s birthday, took a chilly walk, ate some yummy food, and I wallowed in crafty goodness.

We’ll start with the birthday fun. Here’s the man of the hour, tearing open his presents!

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And blowing out his candles on his fancy home made cake! I found the recipe for the cake here, and it’s a real doozy. Rich, moist, chocolatey  and of course – very easy. You start with a boxed chocolate cake mix and add to it.

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We went to Mickey’s, a local bar, for supper. Our friend Sean surprised Ad with this snazzy Mickey’s shirt!

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Today we took a very cold post-birthday walk. We saw some brave ice skaters, and some even braver ducks. It was 16°F.

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Back to our toasty warm house.

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And of course, I did some crafting.

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Ad fixed some delicious food in his brand new toaster oven, but he’ll tell you about that later!

A Cooking Disaster or Why I Should Move to Cornwall

Today is my birthday, and I got the bright idea to make Cornish Pasties to celebrate. I’ve been craving them for months now, so with Ad here to help me I thought I’d give it a try.

I found a recipe online, and perhaps this was my first mistake. There weren’t many ingredients; flour, salt, butter, beef, onion, and potatoes. The recipe was a bit wonky, w/ tons of different measurements that Ad had to help me convert. The crust recipe was only enough for two pasties, but the filling recipe made enough for four. I used up some pie crust that I had in the fridge, rather than mixing up another sad batch of homemade crust. Somehow, we ended up with 4 regular sized pasties, and one slightly giant one. They looked fine though, very shapely, so we popped them in the oven to cook for 45 minutes.

30 minutes in, the smoke alarm went off. At first I wasn’t too concerned, as this usually happens when I’m cooking. I decided to leave them in for the whole time so the meat would properly cook. Naturally, they burnt. And the insides were kind of dry and boring. The pie crust ones tasted much better than the homemade crust ones, but they were still pretty awful. Ad very nicely ate all of his so as not to hurt my feelings.

What did I learn from this experience? I should just move to Cornwall.