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Decadence tonight
Apr. 3rd, 2010 01:11 amDid my wife bring home strawberries? Yes she did.
Was there heavy cream in the fridge? Yes there was.
Do I wield a mean whisk? Yes I do.
Is my wrist sore? Yes it is. Was it worth it? Damn straight.
I'd never hand-whipped cream before. I'd made it with a mixer, but![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
adfamiliares was asleep, and I thought the noise might wake her, so I practiced my Top Chef quickfire skills and used a wire whisk. It's a faith-based process, waiting for this sloppy liquid to transform into something with peaks and scallops that seizes the whisk, but when it happens it's like a sudden small magic.
(Gus-Gus approves, too. Particularly when I let her lick the bowl.)
Was there heavy cream in the fridge? Yes there was.
Do I wield a mean whisk? Yes I do.
Is my wrist sore? Yes it is. Was it worth it? Damn straight.
I'd never hand-whipped cream before. I'd made it with a mixer, but
adfamiliares was asleep, and I thought the noise might wake her, so I practiced my Top Chef quickfire skills and used a wire whisk. It's a faith-based process, waiting for this sloppy liquid to transform into something with peaks and scallops that seizes the whisk, but when it happens it's like a sudden small magic.(Gus-Gus approves, too. Particularly when I let her lick the bowl.)
