Irinikm
Boxer Booster
Hello everyone,
As you know Martin has been having a long history with the cleaning lady... but last night he decided to let me see who's indeed the boss around here.
I don't particularly like chocolate, I am more of a vanilla person. For the past 2 weeks i've been craving a vanilla caramel panacotta desperately. So, friday night i decide to have a go and make one. I make everything right, and a few hours later i am trying to get the panacotta out of the container. It says that the best way to do that is put the container on top of hot water so that it becomes a bit hot and then it comes right out when you turn the container.
As i am holding it, i see bubbles coming out of the container!!!! Like it is still boiling or somehting (mind you this came out of the fridge). It took a bit of investigating to see a tiny hole in the bottom of the container where water had come in and soaked the whole thing to the point of no return.
Then last night i decided to give it another go, i prepare everything -the whole house smells of vanilla and hand made caramel- the cream is thick and rich and life is perfect. I put it in another container and let it cool down a bit before i put it in the fridge. I am happy, content, and very very proud of myself. I go to bed... and a few minutes later -at the snoozing point- Martin comes along and cuddles with me... I remember thinking... oh my sweet baby boy, he smells so nice... like a baby... like fruit cream... like vanilla and sweet caramel....vanilla and caramel... vanilla and caramel...VANILLA and CARAMEL !!!!!
I open my eyes widely (like in the moovies, when one is sleeping one minute and the next is wide awake panicking)... and what do i see, Martin's face is covered in dried cream and caramel and his whiskers actually have little threads of caramel hanging from them!!! He's covered in cream all over, even in all the hmmmm -wrong- places.... and looks at me with the "this is yummy staff" look. It was a good thing that -other than the bit of caramel he got- the rest of the dessert had no sugar, it was only natural vanilla, milk and thick cream. To cut a long story short, he had eaten most of the thing and the rest i threw away... funny thing is he burped of vanilla all night long and today we had extra scented vanilla caramel poop ;-)
Nonetheless, my determination to eat panacotta remains strong and prominent, so later on i am going to buy some and eat it at work .... and then we'll see who's the boss around here.
Irene, Martin and Boulou
As you know Martin has been having a long history with the cleaning lady... but last night he decided to let me see who's indeed the boss around here.
I don't particularly like chocolate, I am more of a vanilla person. For the past 2 weeks i've been craving a vanilla caramel panacotta desperately. So, friday night i decide to have a go and make one. I make everything right, and a few hours later i am trying to get the panacotta out of the container. It says that the best way to do that is put the container on top of hot water so that it becomes a bit hot and then it comes right out when you turn the container.
As i am holding it, i see bubbles coming out of the container!!!! Like it is still boiling or somehting (mind you this came out of the fridge). It took a bit of investigating to see a tiny hole in the bottom of the container where water had come in and soaked the whole thing to the point of no return.
Then last night i decided to give it another go, i prepare everything -the whole house smells of vanilla and hand made caramel- the cream is thick and rich and life is perfect. I put it in another container and let it cool down a bit before i put it in the fridge. I am happy, content, and very very proud of myself. I go to bed... and a few minutes later -at the snoozing point- Martin comes along and cuddles with me... I remember thinking... oh my sweet baby boy, he smells so nice... like a baby... like fruit cream... like vanilla and sweet caramel....vanilla and caramel... vanilla and caramel...VANILLA and CARAMEL !!!!!
I open my eyes widely (like in the moovies, when one is sleeping one minute and the next is wide awake panicking)... and what do i see, Martin's face is covered in dried cream and caramel and his whiskers actually have little threads of caramel hanging from them!!! He's covered in cream all over, even in all the hmmmm -wrong- places.... and looks at me with the "this is yummy staff" look. It was a good thing that -other than the bit of caramel he got- the rest of the dessert had no sugar, it was only natural vanilla, milk and thick cream. To cut a long story short, he had eaten most of the thing and the rest i threw away... funny thing is he burped of vanilla all night long and today we had extra scented vanilla caramel poop ;-)
Nonetheless, my determination to eat panacotta remains strong and prominent, so later on i am going to buy some and eat it at work .... and then we'll see who's the boss around here.
Irene, Martin and Boulou
I love reading your stories...Martin sure sounds like a character! 
