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Clearly, dutch apple pie with Haagen Dazs ice cream, some caramel drizzled on top and some cinnamon sprinkled on it is the best. You are all arguing over second place.
Clearly, dutch apple pie with Haagen Dazs ice cream, some caramel drizzled on top and some cinnamon sprinkled on it is the best. You are all arguing over second place.
I hate to admit you have a compelling argument here.
Post by Whoreshack on Dec 12, 2012 13:04:53 GMT -5
We made a dessert duo yesterday that was blackout good. Bourbon-dark chocolate bread pudding and a Starlight mint creme brulee. When you torched the candied top of the brulee, it made a psychedelic peppermint swirl a la the White Stripes.
I've never tried and/or don't care for most of the pies listed. The only pies I would ever make (outside of you-must-make-this-pie-it's-a-Thankgsiving-tradition pies) would be berry (multi berry-I've never head blueberry, blackberry, etc) or keylime. End of list.
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
I've never tried and/or don't care for most of the pies listed. The only pies I would ever make (outside of you-must-make-this-pie-it's-a-Thankgsiving-tradition pies) would be berry (multi berry-I've never head blueberry, blackberry, etc) or keylime. End of list.
I make a mean key lime tart for the holidays. As well as a lemon meringue whose fluffy meringue sits like a glorious cloud of ecstasy atop it.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
I've never tried and/or don't care for most of the pies listed. The only pies I would ever make (outside of you-must-make-this-pie-it's-a-Thankgsiving-tradition pies) would be berry (multi berry-I've never head blueberry, blackberry, etc) or keylime. End of list.
I make a mean key lime tart for the holidays. As well as a lemon meringue whose fluffy meringue sits like a glorious cloud of ecstasy atop it.
Actually, I enjoy lemon meringue too. Just the lemon part though (I guess I just like that tart pies...)
Here's the deal. I grew up with rhubarb growing in my back yard and feel fully confident that I can make a mean strawberry rhubarb. You make a lemon meringue or a key lime. We make a date and stuff our faces, bueno?
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Dec 12, 2012 13:55:44 GMT -5
I actually just worked through the logistics in my head in strong consideration of this. If I thought it would hold up, I'd totally mail you one for Festivus, Dave. For realz.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Dec 12, 2012 14:25:48 GMT -5
Someday I wanna quit my job and open up a bakery. It shall be named "Queen of Tarts". But first I have to perfect pinching off my crust. My crusts are always a mess. If in at my parents house and don't care, I just use a fork to flatten the edges and make grooves. That's how bad I am at it.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Someday I wanna quit my job and open up a bakery. It shall be named "Queen of Tarts". But first I have to perfect pinching off my crust. My crusts are always a mess. If in at my parents house and don't care, I just use a fork to flatten the edges and make grooves. That's how bad I am at it.
Can I come work for you? I used to decorate cakes at TCBY.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.