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rootofnewtyes. it's one of those nights.
so far i've made no-bake cookies and chocolate spice bars. i didn't put nuts in the spice bars... and i only had 3/4 cup light brown sugar, so i used a 3/4 cup turbinado sugar with nearly a tablespoon of blackstrap.
yum.
and earlier tonight, i boiled some fresh green beans, then tossed them with olive oil, sesame seeds, garlic, red pepper flakes, and lemon juice. they were great, except the recipe called for me to toss them with 1 tsp of red pepper flakes... i used 1 tablespoon.
oops. fire. in my mouth. weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
that's enough for me.
too much sugar.
and pepper.
so far i've made no-bake cookies and chocolate spice bars. i didn't put nuts in the spice bars... and i only had 3/4 cup light brown sugar, so i used a 3/4 cup turbinado sugar with nearly a tablespoon of blackstrap.
yum.
and earlier tonight, i boiled some fresh green beans, then tossed them with olive oil, sesame seeds, garlic, red pepper flakes, and lemon juice. they were great, except the recipe called for me to toss them with 1 tsp of red pepper flakes... i used 1 tablespoon.
oops. fire. in my mouth. weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
that's enough for me.
too much sugar.
and pepper.
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Re: dessert
Date: 2001-09-21 11:40 am (UTC)i'm one of those people who loves feeding those she loves. i'm not sure why. sure, i'm midwestern (and dad's half is from mississippi), but i don't remember people being all "eat this! eat eat eat!" when i was a kid. some of my current friends' parents are like this. they're italian, lebanese, jewish, russian... sharing is love.
okay... um, yeah. my urge to feed (make folks comfortable, really) IS hoosier hospitality. i just remembered how freaked out boy was when i took him to visit a friend... nobody was home, so i walked in (door was unlocked), let the dogs out to relieve themselves, grabbed a coke from the fridge, and sat down to write a note. he felt like a burglar, i was just at my "second" home--my best friend's home. her mom changed a lot of my diapers when i was a baby and fed me LOTS of strawberry jam over the years. she'd be offended if i didn't help myself to something. ;)
boy is still freaked out by this.