I had another meeting with the guidance counselor today and had sushi at Taiko in Irvine after that. Sushi for me is California rolls with half the avocado removed and the cucumber poked out with a chopstick. Very un-Asian of me, what can I say. I snuck over to Lollicup after and got a milk tea sans boba (: see how well behaved I am?
The rest of the day was spent in the kitchen maneuvering around the clutter on the counter. I finally got around to making Ina Garten's parmesan and thyme crackers which are really more like savory shortbreads. Thyme is my favorite herb, cheese rules and I love crackers. Why I didn't make these years ago, I dunno. I didn't read very closely that the parmesan is supposed to be ground in a food processor fitted with a steel blade and instead just coarsely grated it. This made for a "chunkier" texture in the shortbread than how it's supposed to be. Nevertheless, the crackers are tasty but with all that cheese and butter even I can barely stomach more than two. And I love cheese and butter. (And thyme).
I would post pictures of them but I hate taking pictures with flash and I didn't finish baking them until long after the sun had set. Also, the coarse grate of the cheese made them look weird.
You should look at these scones instead.
I needed to use up the heavy cream in my fridge and find a use for the extra dried cranberries from Christmas baking and a bag of mini chocolate chips lolling about on the kitchen counter. Scones are always a good standby for polishing off my stray dairy products so I made a batch of cream scone dough. Half had dried cranberries added and half had mini chocolate chips added. I was too lazy to use my food processor so I tried cutting in the butter with my bare hands (I'm soooo buff) for the first time. I haven't eaten one yet, so I'm not quite sure how that affected the tenderness of the scones. Considering my mom inhaled 2 in 15 minutes, I'll assume they were fine.
Oh. Before you judge me for being lazy and being the kind of person that doesn't like doing dishes, let me remind you of how messy my parents' kitchen is. When I walked in there, the pile of dishes was overflowing out of the sink and I just wanted to get the scones in the oven as soon as possible. There. I defended my honor.
