Potential Culinary Disaster

Since my department is having a potluck tomorrow, I went to Meijer over my lunch today to get ingredients for the banana pudding I was planning to bring. Our second car is on the fritz, so I knew I wouldn’t be able to hit Kroger after Aaron left for work, like I usually do on Potluck Eve.

I just went upstairs to unload the ingredients from the shopping bag… and realized that I bought not vanilla pudding, like the recipe calls for, but white chocolate.

I’m going to make the banana pudding anyway, with white-chocolate-flavored pudding as a base.

I hope this doesn’t suck.

Butternut Squash Pie

I just finished baking a pie. It’s my first attempt at pie-baking from scratch (OK, the crust was store-bought), so I’m not exactly sure how it’s going to turn out… but it sure smells good. Since I have such faith in my wifely kitchen abilities (note sarcasm), this pie is NOT going to Westlake for Thanksgiving.

However, the three pies Aaron plans on baking later this week will be.

We got volunteered to bring dessert for about 15 people or so. *rolls eyes* Aaron had been hoping we’d get asked to do rolls or green bean casserole or something. No such luck. đŸ˜‰ And, get this: Uncle Pete (who’s hosting Thanksgiving this year) is apparently going to call ME about the pies later.

Riiiiight. Let’s wait until we see whether the butternut test pie comes out OK, then we’ll talk.

…If this pie ends up being pretty good, would you like me to post the recipe?

Edit, 10:30pm: The pie is quite yummy. More along the lines of sweet potato than pumpkin, and distinctly squashy, but still quite yummy. I’m content.

You Might Think I’m Crazy…

I’ve just discovered the most wonderfully unexpected treat.

You know the pickled ginger that comes sliced in a jar? The stuff that’s been sitting in our fridge for months now because we can no longer eat maki, but we don’t want to pitch a full jar of expensive sushi ginger? Yeah, that’s the stuff.

Take a slice out of the jar and suck on it.

It’s the greatest thing… first, it’s all sweet and delicious—that would be from the 3 grams of sugar per ounce of ginger. OK, so I’m a (slightly) bad monkey. Anyway, after you get used to the sweetness, the pickling finishes dissolving or melting away and you’re left with the hot spice of the ginger to chew on. It’s like two treats in one!

…See, I told you that you’d think I was crazy.