Further cooking (mis)adventures
Mon, May. 22nd, 2006 09:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oyceterI cooked granola for the first time in what feels like months today, joy!
As such, I inaugurated my brand-spanking-new mortar and pestle, which indeed is much more effective and less frightening looking than ye old hammer and plastic bag method. I felt much like an apothecary or a mad scientist.
The feeling was cut short as I discovered, to my great dismay, that there was no more honey. I could have sworn there was honey in the house. I'm quite sure that after my mom helped organize the kitchen, I found the honey and noted to myself that the honey was in a strange place and to remember it. Try as I might, though, I couldn't find it again. So I ended up cutting up about 14 straws of lemon-flavored honey from Starbucks, each of which is supposed to be used to flavor a single cup of tea or something, not six cups of oatmeal.
For future reference, approximately 14 straws of honey is about a third of a cup. I added molasses to get the total to 3/4 a cup, all the while remembering that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heresluck had told me not to substitute over 1/4 c. of honey for molasses in the recipe. I don't remember the reason though. I'm sure I'll discover it thirty minutes from now.
Needless to say, the warning probably involved something like spontaneous combustion. If you don't hear from me again, take note from this cautionary tale and don't substitute too much molasses for honey!
(of course, the second my mom came home, she showed me where the honey was cleverly hidden. I will take comfort from the fact that there was probably less than 1/2 c. worth in there)
As such, I inaugurated my brand-spanking-new mortar and pestle, which indeed is much more effective and less frightening looking than ye old hammer and plastic bag method. I felt much like an apothecary or a mad scientist.
The feeling was cut short as I discovered, to my great dismay, that there was no more honey. I could have sworn there was honey in the house. I'm quite sure that after my mom helped organize the kitchen, I found the honey and noted to myself that the honey was in a strange place and to remember it. Try as I might, though, I couldn't find it again. So I ended up cutting up about 14 straws of lemon-flavored honey from Starbucks, each of which is supposed to be used to flavor a single cup of tea or something, not six cups of oatmeal.
For future reference, approximately 14 straws of honey is about a third of a cup. I added molasses to get the total to 3/4 a cup, all the while remembering that
heresluck had told me not to substitute over 1/4 c. of honey for molasses in the recipe. I don't remember the reason though. I'm sure I'll discover it thirty minutes from now.Needless to say, the warning probably involved something like spontaneous combustion. If you don't hear from me again, take note from this cautionary tale and don't substitute too much molasses for honey!
(of course, the second my mom came home, she showed me where the honey was cleverly hidden. I will take comfort from the fact that there was probably less than 1/2 c. worth in there)