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fandomsecrets2013-02-26 06:43 pm
case) wrote in fandomsecrets2013-02-26 06:43 pm
[ SECRET POST #2247 ]
⌈ Secret Post #2247 ⌋
Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.
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Secrets Left to Post: 03 pages, 056 secrets from Secret Submission Post #321.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 1 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ], [ 1 - troll ].
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Re: COOKING
(Anonymous) 2013-02-27 03:47 am (UTC)(link)We were students but luckily we were in all the same classes; we took turns going to lectures so one of us would always be with the turkey while it roasted. We made my father's rice and meat dressing, and her mom's stuffed acorn squash, and we got our turkey-roasting directions from my roommate's culinary bible--Irma Rombauer's The Joy of Cooking (6th edition). And there I was, alone with this turkey, when I realized that I was supposed to put a piece of cheesecloth soaked in melted butter over its breast to keep it from browning too much. And we had no cheesecloth.
Did I mention that we had a gas stove? Well, we had a gas stove. I had never cooked on gas in my life, and even my roommate, who would never have cooked on anything else, found this stove temperamental. As for me, I was terrified that if I turned my back on it, it would set the whole apartment building on fire. But if I was going to roast this turkey according to the sacred dictates of Rombauer and not let my roommate down, I had to get cheesecloth somehow. So...I took a deep breath and ran for it.
I ran almost all the way to the supermarket (luckily it was just a couple of blocks from our building), and on the way, I said a prayer to the patron saint of cooks. I had no idea who the patron saint of cooks was, but I figured my roommate, a good Catholic, would know. But even I knew that saints like candles, so I promised the patron saint of cooks a candle, the biggest and best candle a saint could desire, if only there would be cheesecloth at the supermarket, and if only the saint would protect our turkey, our building and our neighbors from burning to a crisp.
Well, I got the cheesecloth and rushed back to the apartment, half expecting to see flames pouring out of the windows, picturing the next day's headlines--Four Alarm Fire at University Towers--Careless Cook To Blame. I should have had more faith in the patron saint of cooks. The turkey wasn't even browned yet. I melted the butter, soaked the cheesecloth, and covered the turkey. It turned out beautifully brown and juicy. My roommate said she would make a cook of me yet. She had remembered the cheesecloth in the middle of organic chemistry lecture, and she laughed long and hard when I told her the story of how I had got the cheesecloth.
"So, um, Carmen?" I said. "Who is the patron saint of cooks?"
She stared at me. "I have no idea."
This was in the days before Google. In the heat of getting ready to leave for home, neither of us thought of the Catholic Encyclopedia. So I owed an arrear of one large candle to the patron saint of cooks for a long time before finally finding out that it was St. Martha of Bethany--or possibly St. Lawrence, who was martyred by being roasted on a gridiron; no source we checked seemed to be particularly clear which. So I lit a medium-sized candle to each of them.
Re: COOKING
Re: COOKING
(Anonymous) 2013-02-27 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)BTW, I'm pretty awed at the idea of twenty different kinds of hamantaschen!
Re: COOKING
(Anonymous) 2013-02-27 04:30 am (UTC)(link)Re: COOKING
(Anonymous) 2013-02-27 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)