Frozen on the outside, slowly melting from within.
A little self-absorbed rumination on the new year, with all sincere apologies to Hemingway.
These cookies may be gingerbread but eating them would be tantamount to breaking off a piece of the north transept rose window of Notre Dame and using it as a coaster. Or, perhaps in simpler terms, A HEINOUS SIN. Semi-inspired by said window and medieval blacksmith puzzles, these cookies are really for hanging in a window or near lots of sparkly lights.
Trying to convince yourself that chili without chili powder is exactly the sort of dish you’ll want to eat on a blustery autumn evening presents the same sort of challenge that trying to convince yourself that a movie based on a Brian Scott O’Malley’s comic book about a 20-something loser in a band who struggles with closure in relationships is worth seeing repeatedly.
I’ve got chocolate in my oatmeal. And cinnamon. And actually, a bit of grated fresh ginger. Tsk… don’t make that face ’til you’ve tried it.
That is, how to dry peppers in humid Mid-Atlantic weather without resorting to a dehydrator or leaving them in the hot sun on the hood of your car.
