As many of you may know by now, the Duck likes to bake. That doesn’t mean I’m good at it or can devise cunning, new recipes that are entirely my own. That also doesn’t imply that I own an apron that says, “Kiss the Cook” because…what, why’s that a thing? (On a side note, never do what an apron tells you, especially an apron you have never met before.) But I bake stuff sometimes. And it’s fun. And yet, considering I am in no way a professional baker, I am sometimes lacking the necessary supplies or the knowledge to find said supplies. Honestly, it took me years to find almond paste. Who knew it looks like a sausage and is packaged in a long, thin box? What kind of sick game are they playing at! Continue reading Do You Know…The English Muffin Man?
This post is coming a bit late for Christmas, but alas, here it be. I had a couple new comic books to read, after all, so this post had to be put on hold while that important work got done. Ever since getting Elsa the cat, I have been unable to decorate the house as profusely as I used to for fear that she will steal or knock down anything she can get her paws on. Plus, I’ve gotten rather lazy in that aspect of Christmas-time, so only minimal decorations were put out, and the tree only received decorations on its top half to stay out of the kitty’s reach. Nevertheless, she still managed to knock the tree over twice, cracking a lovely egg ornament in the process. Super glue seemed to patch it up quite nicely, but I was rather bothered by her behavior. (I had my doubts Santa would be motivated to bring her any gifts this year after such a display of naughtiness.) When we weren’t picking up after the cat’s reign of terror, my mom and I also did a dramatic reading of one of my more festive fan fiction stories, a Ratchet and Clank parody of A Christmas Carol I wrote a few years back. To any Ratchet and Clank fans out there, can you guess which characters play the three ghosts? Hint: Ratchet is Scrooge… Continue reading The Duck’s Christmas 2016, Plus Some Dessert
I’ve been trying a lot of new recipes lately, and after staring avariciously at those trays of tiny sandwiches and pastries you see people eating at tea time on shows where people seem far more posh than I am, I decided I was going to try my own hand at being posh and have my own afternoon tea. And even though I am, mournfully, not a big fan of tea (or any warm beverage, so at least I’m consistent), I was going to have tea, darn it, because people have sent me tea from other countries in the past, and I’ve had boxes of the stuff just lying around, feeling quite neglected indeed. Continue reading The Duck Decides to Become Posh
Even though I hear that I “gotta”. (While that title appears to be a reference to a song from the child’s TV show, “Lazy Town”, it is not. Well, okay, it is, but only because it was mentioned in the wonderful “Kingdom Hearts” fan fic, “Those Lacking Spines”.) Ahem, sometimes, I like to try my hand at baking. But, to be quite honest, I’m not a very good chef. At all. I don’t know what I do wrong, because even if I follow all the directions, everything I cook usually turns out nothing like it should. (My frozen pizzas taste like cinnamon. What unholy sorcery is this?!) Okay, maybe I do know sometimes why my concoctions turn out disturbing. Maybe it’s because I…well, sometimes I skip directions. I mean, how different can it be if I just stir in the egg or the butter without beating it first or whatever other sadistic thing they want me to do to it? And okay, I guess that sometimes, maybe perhaps, I suppose I leave out an entire ingredient. Like eggs. But, hey, I didn’t have any eggs at the time, so back off! Ahem, sorry. So, I guess you can say that I like to experiment (if you want to put it nicely and not just go right out and say I’m just a failure at following directions). I can be a bit of a mad scientist in the kitchen at times, well, not really, but a little bit, and as a result, I have baked some rather distressing creations.
Take my eggless cupcakes, for example. I decided I’d try making cupcakes, and with it being one of those days my house was lacking in the pre-chicken department, I thought I’d replace the liquid for the eggs with milk. Because replacing one product from the really cold aisle of the grocery store with another such item that is usually found nearby shouldn’t make much of a difference, now should it? Well, we all know the answer to that question, but I’ll answer it anyway. Wrong! For some unexplainable reason, this did not work. These cupcakes, while tasting okay, were also utterly destroyed upon removing them from their liners, as they were so…sticky. Who knew replacing eggs with milk would make cupcakes like glue? Well, I do now. Luckily, my eggless peanut butter cookies turned out fine. However, regular cookies turn out runny without eggs, I found. Continue reading The Duck Doesn’t Do the Cookin’ By the Book