Long live the dome.
I'm out of masking tape, my hands are permanently be-newsprinted, and I will scream if I have another paper triangle conk me on the head. (Also, please note that my classroom is usually much cleaner, but it's impossible to vacuum underneath a giant, newspaper dome, and things are getting a little skeevy under there. Ew.) So, while I'm reluctant to abandon a project like this, I think the time has
come.Tonight, in honor of John's birthday, I made an enormous number of bittersweet chocolate truffles, some of which were flavored with balsamic vinegar and some with vanilla. Oddly, I am firmly on team balsamic. The kitchen (well, the section of my apartment's living room that acts as a kitchen) is covered with chocolate, but it's also covered with delicious. I favor the Alton Brown recipe, but without brandy because a scout is temperate and also because I don't like brandy. Give it a shot, folks -- labor-intensive but delicious.
Tomorrow? A return to public health. In the meantime, be sure to wash your hands, boil your water, and pasteurize your milk.
