So I figured out how to make the strawberry shortcake Catherine normally makes. I think I was driven to do it because the strawberries were about to go bad, and I figured marinating them in the
malt balsamic vinegar would hide any problems in their texture.
However, in the process I discovered I was fascinated by the process of turning whipping cream into whipped cream. I think it was the suddenness of the change that caught me by surprise. One second I'm furiously whipping, imagining I see some slight thickening of the liquid. The next second, it's sticking to the top of the bowl and the whisk, no longer really a liquid at all.
... and it was delicious to boot. The presentation left a little to be desired, since it looked like a pile of whipped cream and strawberries. (I considered taking a picture for posterity, but decided it might be better to destroy the evidence.)
In other news, I think I may have sunburned the right half of my face driving back from Killeen. (The A/C is broken, so the sunroof was open.)
Interesting. Between that and the whipped cream fascination, maybe I'm turning into Richard Dreyfuss's character from Close Encounters of the Third Kind.
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2010.05.28 -- Yeah.
Balsamic vinegar.... not malt.