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The Grinch Who Made Cookies
Dec. 9th, 2011 02:43 pmMy occasional attempts to make truffles have reached the point they inevitably reach, which is not, unsurprisingly, completed truffles, but intense grouchiness with the entire human race. I thought I would make treats for people I love, and 75% of the way through the process, I don't love anybody.
In particular, I have it in for the makers of dipping loops, the manufacturers of my kitchen thermometer (which, for a few hours this afternoon, read upside down U, E, backwards L point I), Rose Levy Berenbaum, any hypothetical individual who might be foolish enough to point out that my truffles look funny, and the teacups in my refrigerator.
In particular, I have it in for the makers of dipping loops, the manufacturers of my kitchen thermometer (which, for a few hours this afternoon, read upside down U, E, backwards L point I), Rose Levy Berenbaum, any hypothetical individual who might be foolish enough to point out that my truffles look funny, and the teacups in my refrigerator.
