Is there anything better than baking with your teenage daughter? At one point, we were laughing so hard she was literally rolling on the floor and I could hardly breathe. That brought brother bear out of his cave to see what the commotion was all about. There was chocolate involved. Of course.
Let's get on with the baking photos. If you want the actual recipe, you can get it here, here, here, or here. And here's where you can check out the rest of the TWD blogroll.
|Couldn't believe it but|
smearing those crumbs worked!
|out of the fridge|
|baking the crusts|
|Used bittersweet chips. Needed a kitchen scale|
to measure the right amount. So proud that I had one,
even if it was out of reach on a high pantry shelf
(think we bought it years ago to weigh a Pinewood Derby car).
|What's a "slowly disappearing ribbon"?|
|Separating the eggs.|
Froze the whites in an ice cube tray.
|Yay! They look like the picture! And taste fabulous.|
Oh, and here's a shoe I saw this week while sitting at a light on an interstate overpass. A "chocolate" brown leather clog-ish sort of thing drowning in cigarette butts. Who loses a shoe in a place like that?