To celebrate my new state of not-having-to-work-on-sundays-for-my-mot
baktre, auliya, kaanah, twistdbutterfly, April, Badger, Butterfly's squeeze j395boyko, (gasp for air) and my sister Jelli, who hadn't even been to my house since I moved out two-point-something years ago were there. She even brought my/her dumb dog, Bella.
Amazingly enough, I got the quantity of food right, but not quite in the manner I predicted. After messing up one sauce and probably losing four of them due to trying to cook with three hands but only having two, I ended up using 45 eggs some total (I bought 42). That's a bit short of my personal record of 112 eggs when I was baking a s**tload of pumpkin pies for a church, but I'm still proud of the figure. First "course," a double-tray of 48 home-made sweet rolls. Those went off without a hitch. Second course, eggs benedict. I ended up with two servings of that left over, and the hollendaise sauce was kinda funky, but not bad for a first attempt. Third course--Austrian Busctlen (I don't know how to spell that!) with little puffy fluffballs of biscuit floating on vanilla custard. Not totally happy with that, but only because I've made that one enough to get it right--I overcooked the custard, overdid the biscuits, and used too much flour in the dough, but they were still tastey.
Somehow, I've got a reputation for cooking more than I need to prepare. I can't think why. And I did, there were leftovers all over the kitchen. But as she was packing to leave, my sister called her friend, who reminded her that she had a potluck luncheon to go to, she took a full tray of sweet rolls with her. Then me and Butterfly had the leftover Busctlen for dinner, and 395Boyko had the last two sweet rolls--after all that madness, and an Eggs Benedict fed to the dog, that left me with eight Busctlen biscuits left. And I even un-destroyed the kitchen, putting it in the state it was in the night before.
Yes! Symmetry!
baktre, auliya, kaanah, twistdbutterfly, April, Badger, Butterfly's squeeze j395boyko, (gasp for air) and my sister Jelli, who hadn't even been to my house since I moved out two-point-something years ago were there. She even brought my/her dumb dog, Bella.Amazingly enough, I got the quantity of food right, but not quite in the manner I predicted. After messing up one sauce and probably losing four of them due to trying to cook with three hands but only having two, I ended up using 45 eggs some total (I bought 42). That's a bit short of my personal record of 112 eggs when I was baking a s**tload of pumpkin pies for a church, but I'm still proud of the figure. First "course," a double-tray of 48 home-made sweet rolls. Those went off without a hitch. Second course, eggs benedict. I ended up with two servings of that left over, and the hollendaise sauce was kinda funky, but not bad for a first attempt. Third course--Austrian Busctlen (I don't know how to spell that!) with little puffy fluffballs of biscuit floating on vanilla custard. Not totally happy with that, but only because I've made that one enough to get it right--I overcooked the custard, overdid the biscuits, and used too much flour in the dough, but they were still tastey.
Somehow, I've got a reputation for cooking more than I need to prepare. I can't think why. And I did, there were leftovers all over the kitchen. But as she was packing to leave, my sister called her friend, who reminded her that she had a potluck luncheon to go to, she took a full tray of sweet rolls with her. Then me and Butterfly had the leftover Busctlen for dinner, and 395Boyko had the last two sweet rolls--after all that madness, and an Eggs Benedict fed to the dog, that left me with eight Busctlen biscuits left. And I even un-destroyed the kitchen, putting it in the state it was in the night before.
Yes! Symmetry!
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make sure the yolks are runny. mmmmm.....
The trick to hollandaise sauce is heat control. too much, you end up with scrambled eggs and butter. ick. My spouse kicks holladaise's ass.
I did use a double-boiler (I wish I could find my real double-boiler, it may have been claimed as someone else's territory in my last move--a very nice double glass pot, fitted. I've got pots that sit well in each other though, which is good enough, just...well, it's not something Martha Stewart would do.)
Somehow my own work at the toaster simply doesn't add up.
;-)
It sounds utterly lovely.
--R.
(At Old House: "Why do you keep buying the unfrosted Cinammon Sugar pop-tarts? Nobody but you eats them, Spotty!" "That question sure does answer itself, doesn't it?")