Decided to freeze the marshmallow fluff on a whim and holy shit, it stays soft and scoopable even when cold. Now I’m thinking about adding cocoa or chocolate and seeing how that holds up. I heard some insane fools once tried to develop a recipe for whisky filled chocolate spheres in chocolate ice cream or something. Pfff, stealing gold from under a waking dragon’s nose sounds less complicated…
I could probably hold a sermon about booze, great cause and fuel of many an adventure, or misadventure, but let’s also give props to caffeine, the stuff that keeps your eyelids open when you have to take watch at some ungodly hour because of course baddies and bandits don’t care about being polite.
Huh? I was rummaging around in my bags and suddenly found some chorizo sausages. Strange, I don’t remember buying any… Well, rest assured they most definitely won’t go to waste, but I do have a suspicion what is causing this delightful phenomenon of apparating foodstuffs.
Ah, to resist the temptation of grabbing some freshly baked cookies still waiting to cool down… You know, it’s kind of embarrassing, but I might as well tell the story of how I once got the moniker “Harf the cookie dwarf”. I was only a wee lad once, with just a stubbly hint of a beard, but already a well developed sweet tooth. We had a community oven in Hofenstadt that the families used, a steady fire smoldering throughout and foods being baked from savory to sweet. But of all the foods, not one would put a spell on me such as a batch of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Like wisps of vanilla, cocoa and toasty aromas would manifest into solid force and drag me by the collar, away from whatever occupied my mind at that time. One time, there they were, sitting on a shelf, slowly solidifying into a crunchy crust with a gooey center, unattended, unguarded. I took my chances, grabbed some and ran. But who am I but a clumsy dwarf, my dexterity only extends to carving stone or wrangling an instrument, not to stealthing and thieving! I turned a corner, eyes on the prize but not on the floor, tripped, and took a spill so epic over some hot coals from an open fire, it would almost warrant a song being written about it. In the end I had no sweets, but the scolding of some elders, burn marks on the side of my belly that are still visible to this day, and a veritable mountain of embarrassment. For quite a while all the other kids would tease me: “Harf, Harf, the cookie dwarf!”… I kinda don’t like to think about it, but I do like to remember those glorious cookies…
*Munch* I heard avocado toast is something the fancy, highfalutin folk at the court like to eat. No wonder, because avocados are such a pain to keep around in a travel bag. *Munch* Their lifespan seems to be not ripe, not ripe, not ripe, not ripe, not ripe, not ripe, not ripe, ripe, overripe with little inbetween. *Munch* But…, oh wow, this combination works astonishingly well, the sweet and smoky maple syrup really adds something to the toast. I…, aww I wanted to show the others this amazing discovery, but now I ate it all. Ah well, gotta get some more avocados then.
Third time’s a charm or something? People might accuse me of being a stickler for details, but it’s like music – every note, every syllable matters. The slightest change in timing can affect the feel of the whole song. There’s a great satisfaction to making sure the little things line up just right.
I think that’s what it’s called? Could be a translation error. I also heard the dish being referred to as “lost bread”. Aaanyway, dunk the bread slices in a custard spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, fry with butter, serve with some toasted pecan nuts and put that smoked maple syrup from before to good use. Phooey, 3 slices don’t look like much but will satisfy your sweet tooth and feed you for a good while. The smoked maple syrup is interesting. Using very fresh smoke gives it a sharpness that is kind of prominent, so it’s better to not go overboard with it.