Rambling, Personal Life
After discovering smitten kitchen, I went through the archives of recipes to find one that I really wanted to try, and that didn't require me to buy/use too many tools or ingredients. I decided to make the best chocolate pudding which seemed really easy and I only needed to buy the chocolate and whole milk.
The recipe says to heat the mixture over a double boiler for 15 to 20 minutes. Now, I don't know about you, but what I call a double boiler is a heat-proof bowl on top of a pot with some water in it. That's pretty much what I've seen every Food Network person using as a "double boiler". I swear as heck aren't going to go out and spend $40+ on a pot-inside-a-pot.
After I stirred/whisked the mixture of cornstarch, sugar, salt, and milk for 17 minutes, I thought I'd let it go to the 20 minutes mark. At 20 minutes, it was still watery. I was thinking, "great, now I'm going to have chocolate soup instead of pudding."
I then changed the pot of water I was using to something bigger so the bowl would sit lower to the water (therefore receiving more heat). After another 10 minutes of stirring and still the same watery mixture sitting in front of me, I decided (after my mother kept telling me to do this) that I should just put the mixture straight into the pot and stir that.
Five minutes later and the mixture was thickening like it should have been 15 minutes ago. Another 15 minutes of stirring and it was finally time to take it off the heat, add the vanilla, and pop it into the fridge. As I was going to put the vanilla away, I hit the pepper grinder into the bowl of chocolaty goodness. I had to pull the stupid thing out of the 100+ degree bowl of chocolate and then rinse it off. I then had to take the pepper out of the bowl before it sunk.
This chocolate pudding recipe took me 50 minutes to finish, not including the time it took to add and remove my "secret ingredient". It was supposed to take me 20 minutes tops. However, the little bit of pudding I tasted, tasted REALLY good. I might have to try this once more (seeing as how I still have 6oz of chocolate left) if this batch comes out tasting the same, if not better, than what I tasted.
Rambling, Personal Life
Alright, so I started school yesterday. These have probably been the worst first two days I've had in a couple years. Now, before you get any further, let me just tell you that this entry will be a lot of my venting. So if you don't want to read all that just skip down to the last paragraph.
I'll start with the first day because that's what sent me off with the "I'm never going to like this school again" attitude. My first period class is AP Euro with this teacher who we will call Mr. C. Now, Mr. C likes to make fun of everyone. He had called one kid a alcoholic and another a drug addict. This was fine on the first day and I laughed. Next period was Spanish with my teacher who WON'T SPEAK ENGLISH TO US. I swear I'm going to die in that class. :P
After that is physics with juniors and a couple seniors, followed by my lonesome gym class. Now here comes the worst period of the day...
LUNCH. There's a new system at my school in which you have to scan your school ID and then have someone check your schedule so that they know you have lunch that period. Also, they check to see if you're in the correct house (we're divided into north and south houses). This is complete BS because why do you need to rip friends apart? It's not like we're doing anything wrong.
So my friend an I decided to eat outside in the courtyard instead of waiting in the 20 minutes line. We go out there and are about to eat when one of the hall monitors tells us that "only seniors" are allowed to eat outside. That just sent me right over the top. HOW CAN YOU LIMIT A SPECIFIC GROUP OF PEOPLE TO BE ALLOWED TO EAT OUTSIDE?! I'm sorry but that's the stupidest thing I've heard from my school in a long time.
I proceeded to my other classes, one of which was studio in photography which I have with Hannah. The class should be entitled "How to edit photos on the computer using Photoshop". I decided to drop the class and take a free period because I probably knew more about how to use Photoshop (thanks Psdtuts!) than the teacher does.
Alright, I'll fast forward through the rest of my day and skip to first period today. It sucked. More. than. lunch. So my teacher, Mr. C., decided it was my day to be called rude things. Now, up to this point no one was called another with a "curse" word. The worst was Nazi, but that's not as bad, IMO, as to what he called me. He pronounces my name incorrectly, and I turn around to tell him how it's pronounced, and he responds with, "I'm going to call you douchebag." The person who sat behind me said I had this pissed face on, and I'm pretty sure I did. I don't give a crap if you "make fun of people", calling me a douchebag on the second day of school makes me hate you. It's uncalled for, distasteful, and a lot of other things.
TL;DR? The main things to get from this venting, rambling, and ranting entry is that I dropped photography for a free period, lunch is a waste of time, my AP teacher is a (insert whatever word you feel is appropriate), and I'm getting new classes tomorrow. >:|
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