Yes, ladies and gentlemen.. I am an honourary newfie. I drank the rum, kissed the cod head (thanks AW!) and said the line.. I is me, old cock. And long may your big jib draw. Or something. Line? Sure, I wasn't in actual newfoundland. But when will I be? Thanks to AW for organizing and creating the certificate.. and to DM and The Boy for photodocumenting the event. Super fun. Now what will I do with an entire bottle (-1 shot) of Screech?
I'm still in my 20's.. as I write this, anyway. My friends have gone home and it's just me and The Boy, munching on the crap macarons I've been trying to make. These things are a million dollars each in the stores. They are not cheap, but they are worth every hard-earned penny. I followed the same recipe, to a T, 6 times. And for rounds 7 and 8, I just had to try new recipes. Sometimes they were misshapen. Sometimes they were flat. Usually they were hollow. The last time, round 8, just now.. they weren't hollow (YAAAYYYYYYYY) but looked like crap. I can't successfully call it as mastered. Macarons are so finnicky it could be a gram or two off of one ingredient, too much beating or too little beating, egg whites too aged/not aged enough, too dry/too much humidity… AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH all in all, I could NOT master parisian macarons. With only minutes to go before the day changes over and I legally turn 30 years old, I did not complete my 30 things. But you know what? I need something to grow on.
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