And the wild dogs in the mountains to the north of us come down
There were coyotes yipping and howling somewhere outside the house last night. Not dogs; or at least I have never heard a dog make that thin, almost whinnying keen before. I will be curious to hear if they return tonight. I expect I will still be awake.
From the sublime to the sugar-laden: for Thanksgiving, Burdick's is selling little chocolate turkeys with sliced almond tails. The dark ones are filled with clementine ganache, the milk with pecan, bourbon, and chestnut. I framed this one in its natural habitat, which was apparently on top of Georgette Heyer's The Toll-Gate (1954). It did not survive long. Fortunately, I memorialized it first.

Most of today was spent with
gaudior and
rushthatspeaks and an absolutely ridiculous recipe for Baileys brownies which I believe originated with
tamnonlinear. My blood sugar might not forgive me until the end of the week, but I was impressed. And the conversation was even better.
I should know more obscene Greek verbs.
From the sublime to the sugar-laden: for Thanksgiving, Burdick's is selling little chocolate turkeys with sliced almond tails. The dark ones are filled with clementine ganache, the milk with pecan, bourbon, and chestnut. I framed this one in its natural habitat, which was apparently on top of Georgette Heyer's The Toll-Gate (1954). It did not survive long. Fortunately, I memorialized it first.
Most of today was spent with
I should know more obscene Greek verbs.

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It was this recipe with Baileys substituted for the crème de menthe. And although I had to leave before the frosting and ganache stages, the brownies all on their own were demented and delicious. So, thank you.
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Thank you so much for the recipe!