I should know better, really. I generally don't bake or make
candy. This is because it's scary. To me.
First, I get all of my ingredients lined up, I don't want any
last minute surprises. Got out the 9 inch pyrex pans, they
have to be greased. Oh, I know, I'll grease it with Crisco,
I have one of those bars in the refrigerator, I took it out
and put it by the pans.
On the rare occasions I do, I grease pans with butter. Ron
came into the room, I said (in way of that witty reparte I'm so
famous for), I'm using that (gesturing to the Crisco) to grease
the pans. He looked, started to say something, and thought
better of it. He's still looking and he's not happy. Well, okay,
I'll use butter, but what's the problem here (I'm thinking).
I said, well, Crisco is grease, it didn't say butter the pans, it
said grease the pans. Like, why not? Well, if you've never
seen the Crisco in stick form, it's wrapped in silver foil. He
started laughing, I thought it was cream cheese. So I started
laughing, it did look just like cream cheese. I admire his
restraint in not saying, what kind of idiot would grease the
pan with freakin cream cheese?
So, this giggling by me continued as I continued on my way.
Hmm, I think I should have picked a larger pot. Eh, it's
okay. Then it started heating up. Uh, thanks guys, for not
telling me the stuff GROWS. Upgraded to a larger pot.
It really grows. Okay, if this dutch oven doesn't do it, I give
up.
Finally, I no longer cared if it was soft ball stage, I'd stirred
it for over 5 minutes at a boil, tossed in the chocolate and
nuts, poured it into my (greased) pans and it's sitting there
cooling now.
Phew. Cooking is easier and much less scary.
nancy