So yeah, strawberries aren't in season like these guys, but I felt like making this anyway. I used this margarita recipe. I was made fun of for using Patron to make a margarita. First of all, there are many margarita recipes that call for "good quality tequila." Second of all, I happen to take pride in my drink creations. And finally... I actually would have preferred Tres Generaciones. But we were out. So Patron it was.
For the churros, I used this churro recipe. Anytime a recipe calls for nutmeg and I actually use it, I end up feeling like I was tricked (dammit!! I fell for it AGAIN!!!), because nutmeg has this magical ability to ruin the taste of anything. It's like the un-spice. Other than that, you'll notice that this recipe calls for a "dutch oven" or a "deep-fryer." With regard to these two things:
1. I Do Not Own a "Dutch Oven"
Nor do I ever intend to. I do not associate anything pleasant with the term "dutch oven." It reminds me of the guy I sat behind on my last flight. He was a very strange man. He wore one of these these. He was not an "active person," though his glasses did indeed remain "securely in place" for the entire 12.5 hours that he proceeded to annoy the ever-loving shit out of me. Now, I'm sorry, but when you have an entire row of seats to yourself, there is no reason for you to proceed to lower the seat back of every seat in the row immediately after take-off. I do not understand this action. Are you making a fucking fort up there?? What's going on?? I'm so confused! Anyway, I actually had to pause my movie ("True Grit"... horrible... it was like a Disney made-for-TV movie... and the girl's mouth moves like it was placed on her face upside down... mouths are not supposed to move like that... every man on the plane was watching "Black Swan".... shocker... anyway, what was I saying? Oh yes... I actually had to pause my movie...) and look around with this expression on my face, trying to figure out what the hell was going on, until I realized that Bill Nye the Science Guy had awoken from his slumber and was poking his head up out of the small cottage he had built for himself on the plane, had removed his blanket (whoa!! wtf?! no!!), and had decided that perhaps he should make his way to the restrooms.
I'm guessing that guy's single.
So yeah. Dutch ovens. No thanks.
2. I Do Not Own a Deep-Fryer
It's all very well for Paula Deen to own a deep-fryer. She probably has a recipe for a deep-fried bacon-covered bar of butter with mayo. I have no interest in acquiring a deep-fryer. I'd probably end up conducting experiments akin to the "Will It Blend?" youtube clips and frying iPads and glowsticks and such. I mention this potential use first because I think it's a better idea than deep-frying edible items (deep fried sandwiches! deep fried cake! I can't see my toes when I stand up!!)
It would lead to no good. Just say no to the deep-fryer.
Anyway... sorry... Bon appetit? Meh, whatever... I'm finishing my drink. Ciao.
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