It's 2008. Already here. I spent the midnight hour in bed, snoring. Actually we all did, although Betty and Sandra went out to Yoyogi Park and the Meiji Shrine at about 9:00 to see what all the fuss was about. There was a performer getting ready in the amphitheatre, and lots of people at the shrine. They commented on the number of policemen and boy scouts. There were plenty of young folks in crazy furry hats, wild clothes and kimonos. Large video screens, paper lanterns, food vendors and bells ringing. A carnival atmosphere.
We were talking about watching THE BALL drop at 2:00 in the afternoon here today, (on CNN?) but I doubt we'll be at home. It wouldn't be the same, really.
Earlier in the evening, we had a very nice eclectic combination of foods for supper- some left-overs, some we bought before we came home; dumplings, rice in tofu bags, ma po tofu, bread and cheese, a big green salad, sliced roast beef. We finished off with Costco cheesecake for dessert. We had had some the night before, and it was OK, but it definitely needed something. So Sandra, Claire and I decided to make a chocolate sauce. I remembered that chocolate sauce had chocolate, cream, a drop of rum, (how hard could it be?) and so Claire started melting the chocolate. We were blogging, talking and weren't paying attention well, and as soon as we added the cream to the chocolate (those of you who know how to cook are already laughing) it turned into a stiff blob. Maybe some bourbon would thin it out? Well, actually...no. The harder we worked it, the lumpier it got, with the liquid separating out. Sandra, ever the comedian, decided to form little elongated blobs of it. Instantly realizing a photo opportunity, she took various pictures of her questionable creations. Robin wandered into the kitchen to see what all our cackling was about, and seeing the chocolate blobs, added a little hand-painted cat to the display. Big-time hilarity ensued.
I consulted my recently purchased Joy of Cooking, and we decided to try again, THIS TIME with a recipe. Success! We enjoyed Costco cheesecake with yummy, smooth chocolate drizzles after dinner.
The moral of the story: Often a mistake is an opportunity.
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