OK.
Listen up, people.
This post has taken me
freakin' HOURS.
And I finally bypassed
the crap obstacles that BLOGGER
(To the uninitiated,
BLOGGER is my vehicle
of posting my
innermost thought here.)
puts in my way -
as in time constraints of uploading videos.
But I figured out how to
get around this,
and upload my lengthy video to
"video/blogger,"
then provide a link
for the upload on BLOGGER,
AND IT WORKED.
All the time, my 65 second video was aimlessly trying
to upload on blogger.
Those of you who just read my blog
and don't have to do the intricacies of BLOGGING,
won't know what I'm talking about.
But those of you who ACTUALLY BLOG,
e-me.
I can edumacate you.
I am so proud of myself for figuring out
HOW TO DO THIS!
I'm still patting myself on the back.
Because BLOGGING is a lot of hard work.
>WHINE<
All right, enough of that.
Back to cooking.
OK, lets get back to Day 11 of my Christmas Baking.
First up is my Dixie Peanut Brittle.
Add in the salt.
Bring the sugar, syrup, water, and salt to a rolling boil.
Bring to hard crack stage -
300 - 310 degrees.
Then add in butter, melt,
then add in baking soda.
Beat rapidly and pour
onto a butter surface,
spreading to 1/4 inch thickness.
And I hope I can do the video here:
Peanut Brittle.
Add in the peanuts.
Reduce heat to medium
and stir constantly.
Close ups look pretty good.
Next, I'm making my Nut and Berry Bark,
one of the all-time favorites
among my recipients.
I enlisted Mr. Hawthorne's help
for shelling pistachios.
Poor Mr. Hawthorne.
He complained after shelling
3 cups of pistachios
that his nails were TOTALLY RUINED.
Oh, by the by,
that's my mise en place.
I doubled my recipe.
Think KARMA here
and wait and see what happened.
Anyways,
the ingredients, doubled, were:
3 cups shelled pistachios
3 cups dried cranberries
2 1/2 pounds white bars, finely chopped
(And there's no such thing as WHITE CHOCOLATE.)
First, I brought a steamer basket
to a boil,
then poured in the cranberries,
covered,
and steamed
for about 4 minutes.
Next, I poured the pistachios into
a baking pan,
and baked for 10 minutes,
in a 350-degree oven.
In the meantime,
(And I don't know why I didn't
photograph this.)
I melted 2 1/2 pounds of white bars
in a double boiler,
over low heat.
After the white bars melted,
I poured the molten mixture into a bowl,
then added the toasted pistachios.
I started my cleanup.
I took the pan that
had the pistachios to the sink.
Then I noticed ...
GLASS CHARDS ON THE PAN!!!!!
WHA?????
I never saw them on the pan when
I first poured out the pistachios.
So I go up into the cabinet
and find the Pyrex measuring cup
which Mr. Hawthorne put the shelled
pistachios into.
OH, Just CRAP.
The Pyrex cup
is cracked and shattered on the rim.
And the GLASS SHARDS
ARE IN MY NUT & BERRY BARK!
And toss them in the trash,
along with the fractured measuring cup.
I freakin' hate waste.
But I also hate killing people
with my food.
I'll go out tomorrow,
buy more white chocolate,
and Thank You,
Sister Hawthorne,
for the Pistachios you sent me
for Christmas.
They'll come in handy tomorrow,
when I'll try to make another batch of
Nut and Berry Bark
that won't send people to the hospital
with excruciating abdominal pains
and possibly DEATH.
Thank God,
I found the shards.
OMG,
I just totally suck.
Glad you found the glass right away. That does suck (but not you, dear).
ReplyDeleteAnd peanut brittle. The only chemistry experiment that actually worked for me in chemistry class. But then again, that was the only experiment where my lab partner didn't 'help'. Coincidence?
I'm sorry about the glass, that's really unfortunate. I've been out of town and am just now catching up on all your baking, everything looks great!
ReplyDeleteOh, crap, Rosie. I hate when the flow is interrupted or comes to a sudden, screeching, horrible stop. My baking day the other days was awful, too. The cookies didn't turn out right (my fault, I think I didn't chill them long enough as it was a double batch), my white chocolate seized up in the double boiler and I have no idea why--the bowl was completely dry as was my spatula. Oh, well. I will follow your lead and pull up my socks and do it again.
ReplyDeleteCan we blame Mr. Hawthorne for this?
ReplyDeleteWhy, of course I blame Mr. Hawthorne for this. He was shelling the pistachios into that measuring cup and should have noticed.
ReplyDeleteOh, that is too sad. That's my very favorite, the cranberry bark. I hope you whipped the crap out of Mr. H. He certainly deserved it.
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