Chatsworth house.
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Chatsworth house.
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Tis the season, and again, I’m hoping to post recipes. Considering I took a long and depressing break from cooking of any sort (Campbell soups and Ritz crackers got me through the semester), I want to get back in the game and make up some crazy recipes!
Honey Pie is a Williford family recipe that I tweaked a bit to better suit my oven, which is about half the size of a normal oven, thank you apartment living.
Dry Ingredients:
1.5 c. light brown sugar
3.5 Tbsp. cocoa powder
dash salt
Wet Ingredients:
5 oz evaporated milk
1 tspn. vanilla
2 eggs
1/4 c. butter, melted
Procedure:
Pre heat the oven to 350º F. Mix dry ingredients together, then, adding to the dry ingredients, add both eggs. Mix thoroughly and then add vanilla and butter. Mix until the filling is thick. Pour in the can of evaporated milk and whisk swiftly so that everything becomes mixed. Avoid chunks of sugar or cocoa powder because these will stay in the filling after the pie is cooked (and it tastes sort of funky). The filling will be very wet and thin. This is how you want it.
For the crust, I didn’t waste time making my own (ugh). I just bought Keebler graham cracker crust, but the pie is also good in a flaky crust too (like Pillsbury).
Just pour the filling into the crust of choice, stick in the 350º oven and wait 45-50 minutes. Because of the butter and milk content, attempt to let the pie cool a while before digging in. It should become firm in the middle and crusty on the outside. If it is sort of wobbly and wet in the middle, don’t fret. By cooling, it will firm up.
And be aware, this pie goes fast. Enjoy it with ice cream!
Karl Newell of ClydeHouse
Vestal
Chatsworth House, Derbyshire, UK, 2007
Veiled Vestal by Raffaelle Monti, Marble, circa 1848
[photo used with kind permission]
Every time I see this in Pride and Prejudice, I always think to myself “how did he do it?” It’s so detailed and incredible, it just blows my mind.
Vermont, 2008
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Shouts & Murmurs: Mr. Peanut Comes Out
Those were heady times, and my picture began to appear on advertisements and packaging all around the world. I went a little crazy, hooking up with both Buster Brown and the sailor on the Cracker Jack box, although my affair with Mr. Clean lasted well over a year. Mr. Clean, whose first name is Eugene, told me, “I don’t know what America is thinking. I’m a muscular bald man in a tight white T-shirt, with a single earring—to me that says San Francisco leather daddy.” In many ways, Mr. Clean was the perfect lover, because after even the messiest night of torrid lovemaking the bedroom was always spotless. We finally broke up after I came home early one day and caught him with Poppin’ Fresh, the Pillsbury Doughboy. “What can I say?” Poppin’ sneered, dripping with melted butter. “He likes my biscuits.”