Well...I feel a bit guilty...bad...ashamed...etc. etc. I know I promised to keep up with this blog, but with classes in session, I can hardly function (a slight hyperbole), let alone inform all you non-readers. It's just that college is no mean feat (it is, but who appreciates that nowadays? I mean, save yourself time and money and hit the road to LA, audition for some singing or maybe an indie movie, then tell them you're fine with being completely computerized, digitally altered, and sold off as something you're not. Lie to the general public. They also quit school, so they will adore you as if you're not even a human being, but a demigod or actual god. Or take the easy route by becoming the disgusting new celeb who's famed for their...promiscuous ways and sickening music videos.).
Now, I assure you that I had an actual topic in mind when I logged on to my blog, but I can't remember what it was. Gosh dang it! I was thinking about it last night when I was drifting off. (Isn't it unfortunate that all my best ideas come at night when I'm in bed or when I'm in the shower and can't remember long enough to write them down? Urgh!).
So, a random side note. Yesterday, a few of my mates and I ate lunch at a park, and one such girl had a tub (I mean a tub, not a little plastic can thingy) of cookie dough she had accidentally left in her car. Naturally, we had to open it and eat about half of the dough. We did not heed the warning on the lid that stated that the dough should not be consumed raw. In fact, the word "not" was completely scratched out, so really the tub was telling us to consume the raw dough.
To get to my point, I still have a good-sized amount of dough left (I had a baggie that I stuffed some in, and now I have eaten my way through all but the size of my fist, or maybe a large baseball-and yes, I know baseballs are the same size, but it's more than that by a titch-and I have great plans for the remaining dough).
Some of my friends have told me of baking a cake, brownie, or cookie in a cup. Apparently, you throw in random ingredients like milk, egg(s), vanilla, flour, salt, sugar, cocoa chips, baking powder (soda?), into a cup, mix it, stick it in the microwave, and cook it until they form a solid food that may or may not be edible.
I have been wanting-almost yearning-to try this, but I first need to convince the female parental unit of my household. However, since I have a surplus of dough and won't be using any of her cooking stuff, I'm going to plop it in a cup, cover it with a strainer (ha! can't use the "You'll dirty the microwave" excuse now), and cook it, just to see how it turns out. I need to be rid of this dough.
It's actually kind of gross. Before I arrived home to stick it in the fridge, some of the grease (I'm guessing the butter) started to...come out of the dough, coating the outside of it. When I refrigerated it and pulled it out today, all the butter had hardened, so there was a yellow rind of butter on my poor dough, and after I scrape it off, I will indeed be trying this newfangled idea.
I suppose I'll keep you posted, but don't expect anything. I'm not holding this blog up as well as I thought I could. Blame higher education!
