Smells Like Someone Grunted
I don't know if it's the heat or the healthy influences of the Maxilla Crown, but I've been a fruit-buying fool this summer. I've never been opposed to fruit on principle, but I've also never been such a champion of fruit. The problem is, I feel righteous and healthy when I buy it, but after I get it home, I abandon it to the fruit drawer in the fridge or the fruit basket on the annex table. I don't eat it. And it's so hot and humid in my house that fruit goes bad very quickly. We all know that the best thing to do with borderline fruit is to bake it into some sort of tasty dessert and... ah, now I get it! I suspect the Mandible Crown is behind this, subtly brainwashing me to avoid healthy fruit until it is too mushy to eat as is, but perfect for a sweet, sugary dessert. Oh, that's a sly one!
So, I made a plum grunt last week. A grunt is a fruity dessert made of a bottom layer of cakey batter topped completely with slices of fruit. Almond cake bottom and slices of plum, in this case. The bottom layer tries to rise, but the fruit is so heavy on the top that it forces the air bubbles in the batter to pop, making a grunting noise. I knew this, yet I was surprised to walk through the kitchen and hear these noises coming from my oven. I opened the door for a peek just as a little eruption splattered a bit of batter and let out a loud fart. It turns out that "grunt" is a delicate euphemism for farty and burpy sounds. Something to keep in mind...
Dinner tonight: grilled pizzas, grilled corn