but then i got an e-mail from aaron, one of my faithful longtime readers of yore. he had submitted the recipe to his golf club's head chef and they are gonna make it for their next buffet! i am ecstatic to know my ingeniously
well as you can tell by the pictures my idea came about when i realized we were out of strawberry jam. i looked through my mom's collection of single-serving treasures (she works in a hotel), and i found a jar of black currant reserves... mmm.. black currants!!! i just HAD to try it. i mean it was either that or eating a punkass peanut butter sandwhich. which is as punkass as simple plan. gross. i don't understand why such a simple combination makes my saliva glands dry up in terror, but i decided i didn't want to turn my mouth into a sawdust factory for the day. so i lathered on some black currant jam and prepared for the worst.
of course my expectations for my new concoction were low, i mean, look at how bloody bloody that looks! then again, have you ever noticed how gross-looking food can end up tasting marvelous? for all the iranians out there, you know exactly what i mean. AASH, anyone? ever tried eating that in front of a non-iranian? they go from trying to convince you not to eat your own poo to "OH MY GOD! THIS IS ABSOLUTELY DIVINE" then they turn into that friend that constantly invites themselves over for dinner for some persian food love. gawd i hate those people. you white folk and your multicultural-lovin'. stop butchering our gutteral noises!
anyways, so how was the taste of my innovative creation? it was actually quite spankalicious! thought that could've been due to my bitching starving stomach yelling at me to eat the damn thing. i should probably make it again just to be sure.
and maybe this time i'll record it. because you all know i secretly want to be the next nigella lawson. fuck yeah.
