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"Anna - did you manage to get your truffles so that they were perky rather than sagging in their paper cups?"
Paper cups? My dear, that sounds like an unnecessary fiddle. And perky truffles? Truffles should be round in shape, none of this fancy pinching and perking. Perfectly round and pop-in-the-mouth.
"Have never managed that one myself and would be interested to learn how. Perhaps a question of my having a few too many nips of the alcoholic ingredients during the mixing process?"
Perhaps that was it. It was actually the first time I've ever made them, though I had been meaning to do so for some time, and frankly I consider my method was cheating, because I melted all the chocolate and butter in the microwave. Though by doing so, I ensured that no water or air got into the mixture whilst it was melting, which is a Good Thing. I only added one quarter of a cup of Kahlua, and was just considering that perhaps the recipe might call for a little more next time, in which case, the mixture will have to set in the fridge for a considerably longer time than just one hour.
"Anna -- what exactly must a person do to qualify as especially delightful and nice? I suspect that if you have to ask, you're at best moderately delightful and nice.
Well, my dear Fred, the distinction of Especially Delightful and Nice has some grounding in the simple matters of etiquette and courtesy. If one is possessed of both these capabilities without the need of patient reminders, one could be described by myself as Especially Delightful and Nice, and thus worthy of my truffles. On the other hand, if you are someone who appears to have a complete lack of consideration and manners, someone who is apparently incapable of simple courtesy, such as acknowledging correspondence, one who has a tendency towards tardiness, then you don't deserve anything from me, least of all my truffles. It's not polite to keep a lady waiting, you know.
I assure you that the ginger baked good for which I listed a recipe is not remotely like any sort of rock.
I can quite believe this, especially as I am a big fan of any baked goods made with ginger. Besides, I have had some scones in America that were deliciously flaky and crumbly and moist and in every way delightful. May I recommend the Someday Cafe in Davis Square in Boston for examples of these? And their coffee is rather nice too. |
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