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As in, it didn't work, but it did? A long time ago, I tried adding peanut butter to rice crispy treats, the goal being peanut butter flavor added... Do you know what I made, without knowing I was going to make it? They were edible, and delicious, but holy hell getting out of the pan. Arc. ______________________________ "Like a bitter weed, I'm a bad seed"- Johnny Cash "I'm a loner, Dottie. A rebel." - Pee Wee Herman Rode hard, put away wet. RIP JHM "You're a junkyard dog." - Lupe Flores. RIP | ||
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Charmingly unsophisticated |
I made a cucumber avocado salad for my small group. I knew nothing about gauging the ripeness of the avocado, and I also believed in giving myself plenty of time to make a new recipe. In this particular case, I did it the day before. The avocado was too ripe and broke down overnight. What was to be a nice, light, refreshingly cool and fruity salad for a summer's evening came out looking like something from an infant's diaper. I had never actually seen anyone recoil in horror before I served that. But it was tasty and made a good dip!! _______________________________ The artist formerly known as AllenInWV | |||
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Odd, as I would think the oils in PB would help a little bit in keeping them from sticking. Unlike the sticky sugary marshmallow. | |||
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My wife and I used to brew beer a lot. On a recipe I made up for a porter it called for a specific amount of malt extract. For some reason I bought way to much extract so we decided to add it to our brew pot. I forget what the original gravity was but it was a big beer. Ten days latter fermentation had finally stopped. We had a alcohol reading of 13%. After letting it bottle finish for a few weeks we tasted it. It was good. We ended up with a Baltic Porter We entered in several local beer competitions in Florida and took home 2 gold medals and 1 silver medal in the porter classification. This qualified us for a national competition called Master Champions Of Amateur Brewing. We ended up taking home a gold medal for porters. We have brewed this bear several times and managed to replicate it. I guess it worked out okay. The Second Amendment to the United States Constitution. A well regulated militia being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed. As ratified by the States and authenticated by Thomas Jefferson, Secretary of State NRA Life Member | |||
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I Have to ask, did you take home medals for porter w/ a Baltic porter? Or did you score in the Baltic porters? | |||
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All were entered as 12C Baltic Porter. They were scored as Porters or Baltic Porters depending on the size of the competition. Smaller competitions will sometimes combine certain categories depending on how many entry's they have. If my memory is correct because this was back in 2010/2011 we scored in Baltic's for all but one medal. One of the Golds scored in Porters For Master Champions Of Amateur Brewing we took Gold with other Baltic Porters. My wife brewed,not blended a Braggot once. She entered it in one of the largest Mead only competitions in the country. She scored a 49 out of 50 from the BJCP style guidelines and did not win a medal. She was the only Braggot entered and was grouped with other Meads. The Second Amendment to the United States Constitution. A well regulated militia being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed. As ratified by the States and authenticated by Thomas Jefferson, Secretary of State NRA Life Member | |||
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I unwittingly made peanut brittle, and I think it was actually like vapor locked to the pan, and so thick and strong that I couldn't bend it. It was really tasty. But oi. Arc. ______________________________ "Like a bitter weed, I'm a bad seed"- Johnny Cash "I'm a loner, Dottie. A rebel." - Pee Wee Herman Rode hard, put away wet. RIP JHM "You're a junkyard dog." - Lupe Flores. RIP | |||
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Drill Here, Drill Now |
I had a recipe for converting leftover traditional Thanksgiving mashed potatoes into Mexican mashed potatoes. However, all of the milk got used up at TG and the only thing close was heavy cream. My guestimate for how much heavy cream to substitute for milk was way off. The final product was this weird, greasy, gross semi-solid and even the polite people were saying I should’ve just served the unadulterated leftovers. Ego is the anesthesia that deadens the pain of stupidity DISCLAIMER: These are the author's own personal views and do not represent the views of the author's employer. | |||
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Nice. Except for your wife's amazing score and not placing. | |||
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Well, one time, I tried to make Margaritas and they tasted like Vicks VapoRub | |||
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One that comes immediately to mind is something my daughter did a few years back. We received an Amish friendship bread starter. After following the directions for however long, she decided she would help out and bake it for us. I was excited because I loved that stuff growing up. As it was baking, the house took on a lovely aroma. Only problem, it wasn’t a smell of baking bread but rather garlic. Turns out, we were out of vegetable oil, so she grabbed the next oil she could find, which happened to be garlic infused olive oil. We didn’t dare taste it.... it went right in the trash. Got a good laugh out of it also. She has come a long way. I’d outback her baking at 13 up there with most adults. | |||
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A Grateful American |
I and a friend made some Margaritas from stuff, no recipe and just tried to figure it out. They were pretty bad at the beginning, but we got to where they were the best damned 'ritas ever, so we wrote down the recipe. A few weeks later, we decided to do some more 'ritas, busted out the recipe and believe it or not, they tasted worse than the first batch we made the few weeks back. "the meaning of life, is to give life meaning" ✡ Ani Yehudi אני יהודי Le'olam lo shuv לעולם לא שוב! | |||
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Nothing too crazy. I was in third or fourth grade and mom had to work late. Me and Dad were going to be helpful. He boiled some noodles and heated up some jarred spaghetti sauce. I called Mom and asked how to make garlic bread. Only problem was I didn't know the difference between cloves and heads. I used three heads since Mom said to use three or four cloves and I thought we had enough at three heads. She walked in the apartment.and asked why the hell the hallway and staircase stunk like garlic and what we were up too. Apartment and staircase smelled for days afterwards. We scraped off the garlic layer tried to eat it, I think we ended up tossing it. Jesse Sic Semper Tyrannis | |||
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Mom was an amazing cook. Annoyingly so, in fact, as she could quickly and accurately measure in the palm of her hand what I needed measuring spoons to do. And as a kid, she had taught me fried chicken. So one evening, I figured I’d give it a try on my own, cooking the family dinner with fried chicken. Mom didn’t intervene, just kept near if I had a question. When all was done, it was a good looking plate of chicken (I don’t remember the sides at this point). We dug in. After a few minutes, we all sorta looked at each other. It wasn’t bad, but it was... off. A quick investigation, I had used cornmeal instead of flour for the breading, by simply grabbing the wrong container from the cabinet. As I think about it... I might would try that on purpose, with some adjustments. -- I always prefer reality when I can figure out what it is. JALLEN 10/18/18 https://sigforum.com/eve/forum...610094844#7610094844 | |||
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Around 1980, second year of college, but had just transferred to my second college. Living in a single efficiency apartment, pretty bored while getting acclimated to my new surroundings. I had a mini deep fryer, because I grew up in the South (and most 19 year olds did not worry about their heart health, because it was 1980, and, well, I was 19). I apologize now, sjtill. One night I decided to take a piece of bread, put peanut butter on one side, then squeeze it into a ball. Next, into the fryer. Voila', a beautiful fried peanut butter sandwich ball!! ......Perhaps the most disgusting thing I ever tried to eat!!!  _______________________________________ Flammable, Inflammable, or Nonflammable....... Hell, either it Flams or it doesn't!! (George Carlin) | |||
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Back in my misspent youth I lived in student housing with roommates. We were all poor college students. I came home late one night from the library and made spaghetti. Well, turns out one of my roommates used my spaghetti sauce so all I had was a pot full of noodles. Determined to have spaghetti with sauce and too poor to buy more, I poured every red condiment together in my noodles. There was ketchup, bbq sauce, sweet and sour packets, sriracha, some mystery sauce from Arbys. I mixed it all together with my noodles and had a bite. Yikes. Not good, but I was poor and hungry. You’re a lying dog-faced pony soldier | |||
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Mexican mashed potatoes? Is that when you hire an Irish day laborer outside a Home Depot? Arc. ______________________________ "Like a bitter weed, I'm a bad seed"- Johnny Cash "I'm a loner, Dottie. A rebel." - Pee Wee Herman Rode hard, put away wet. RIP JHM "You're a junkyard dog." - Lupe Flores. RIP | |||
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| Bunch of savages in this town  |
Not really a recipe. Ramen noodles joined with a can of pork n’ beans. Even being a broke college student, after one bite it went straight in the trash. It was odd, because at the time, I basically survived on both of them. Thought the final result would have tasted better. ----------------- I apologize now... | |||
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| Drill Here, Drill Now |
Regular mashed potatoes but with green peppers, green chilis, jalapenos, onions, and cheese added.
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We once had turducken for Thanksgiving. Lots of leftovers. I tried to make gumbo with it. In a word...don't. | |||
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