June 22nd, 2006


experiments in baking

Today's lunch involves an experiment in baking homemade potato chips.

So far what we've learned is that chips thin enough to be considered real chips stick to a well-oiled baking sheet and turn brown very fast, thus turning them into shattered bits of brown potato when you try to unstick them. Thicker chips, which do not seem so properly chip-like, seem to be faring better, but require longer cooking in order to get crispy. Not that they're not delicious otherwise, but one doesn't eat potato chips for the gooshy wonderfulness of them.

Ted--unfortunately after the fact--suggested using the silpat liners for the baking sheets to see if that would help. It'd clearly help the sticking problem. I'll give it a whirl next time, and see what kind of consistency I get out of the chips.

If I made homemade peanutbutter, I could have a totally home-made pb&j and chips lunch! But I haven't made peanutbutter yet. :) I'll try that some other time. :)
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o deer whut m i doing up?

We *did* trundle down to the tall ship concert, but the ship wasn't very impressive and the concert wasn't what we wanted to hear, so mostly we had an extremely nice walk down into Cobh and back again over a couple hours. Looovely evening. Lovely day overall, in fact, though I didn't work a lick. I'd been feeling like I was really wasting time until Ted said, "Well, you started out great guns this week!" and I remembered I had, at least, revised the first 90 pages of HoC. So I felt better then. :) Realistically I'm not getting back to work til Monday, 'cause tomorrow we're going into Cork to shop and I'm going to go see Coraline, and the fambly are arriving at one point or another tomorrow evening, so, right, realistically, no work. That's ok. I'm gonna print out the revisions and read them and I'll know what I'm doing on Monday. I say so. :)

Good grief. I don't know why you people kept me up this late. I'm going to bed. Sheesh!

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