via Serious Eats
This is a real throwback recipe. An oldie, but not necessarily a goodie. I can see myself paging through an old Betty Crocker cookbook from the 50's and happening upon this one. It's completely disgusting. Why would you make this when you could make real fudge...you know the kind that has real sugar and cream in it. My friends at Betty's Tasty Buttons are shitting their pants right now.
I'm not sure what this should be called, but it is certainly NOT fudge. Maybe Velveeta Chocolate Loaf? Thanks for ruining my morning, Kraft. And...I can always count on you, Paula Deen, to be in cahoots with all that is evil about the food industry. I know you mean well, Paula, and you seem like a nice lady, but this crap will kill you someday. How about a round of doughnut burgers with a velveeta fudge chaser? Anyone?
28 January 2010
27 January 2010
I've been away for a while
I haven't written in a while for a number of reasons. I feel like it's been quite a whirlwind since I got back to Philly. The last 2 months have gone by in a flash. Up until Scott left to return to Sicily 2 weeks ago it seemed like we were doing nothing but running around seeing family and friends. It's a sad excuse for not writing, but I don't care. You can add to that the poor internet connection at my house. Well, now I'm hooked up with a wireless router and a modem that actually works...and my loneliness is making me drift over to the internet to help occupy my time. So here I am again, attempting to make regular posts on here.
Nothing can cure my overall grumpiness better than comfort food. I'll leave you with a photo of my Mom's lasagna. I ate it with a glass of Chardonnay. I don't care if red wine would have gone better with it. My mantra for the new year is "eat and drink whatever the hell you want and ignore all of the rules if you think it tastes good." Actually, now that I think about it that's not my mantra for the new year, it's been my mantra for a while.
Nothing can cure my overall grumpiness better than comfort food. I'll leave you with a photo of my Mom's lasagna. I ate it with a glass of Chardonnay. I don't care if red wine would have gone better with it. My mantra for the new year is "eat and drink whatever the hell you want and ignore all of the rules if you think it tastes good." Actually, now that I think about it that's not my mantra for the new year, it's been my mantra for a while.
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