The bacon in the refrigerator is for making salad dressing.

The bacon in the refrigerator is for making salad dressing.

The bacon in the refrigerator...


*whine*



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Jaguars under pressure bake: it is a law of nature. But elusivetiger found me this thing so transcendent that I must share it with all my baking readers:

Silicone baking pans.

They are floppy, yes. You have to handle them carefully when there are wet things in them, or they will turn inside out and spill. But the bottoms of things don't burn in them. Nor the sides. The bottoms and sides will cook exactly the same way the tops do, except maybe not as bright a color.

It's such an astounding idea I wonder why no one's done it before.

Anyway, yes. If you do any baking at all, buy yourself one of these just to try it. You'll never use metal or glass again, unless you absolutely require it. I found mine at Bed, Bath and Beyond, but they're KitchenAid, so I'm sure you could find them just about anywhere that sells bakeware. The KitchenAid site has a broader selection if you scroll down a bit.

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Recently, in order to rid my house of a 99% cacao Scharffenberger chocolate brick, I made [Scharffenberger's Double Chocolate Cookies/99%].

My friends... those cookies are HARDCORE. You have to be LEET merely to touch them. They are the closest you're going to get to the Platonic ideal of chocolate delivery in a cookie. They are floating somewhere in Plato's perfect aether, barely tethered to flour, eggs and sugar. They are stupendous. Make them: but be sure you put the nuts in them, or your palate will weep for mercy, having discovered there is such a thing as too much perfection.

I haven't ever had or made a better cookie. Honestly.


The irony here is that they make me so sick so fast it's not even funny. I have a poor reaction to caffeine at any time, and the chocolate in these is so close to unadulterated that they kill me. And I don't mean, "cry, cry, my stomach feels bad" sick. I mean they mess with my nervous system. Straight into the brain, diddling with chemicals until I feel like I'm going to die. My heart rate goes through the roof. I can't breathe properly. I can't concentrate, I can't think, I get tremors.

Cookie perfection... and I can't eat them. *sigh* So I'm passing them on to you. Make them! Use Scharffenberger if you can get it. They are utterly worth it!


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