why must the mother sauces hate me so?
I try to make a simple freakin' carbonara (bechamel/white/whatever) and I get blobby parmesan goo. at least this time it wasn't a parmesan brick.
bah.
Quis fuit ille personatus?
- Marit fp
- aspiring graduate student of biological oceanography, currently hosting an epic battle between real life working as an EMT and the rebel alliance in my brain that want me to run away to the tundra and spend my days knitting, skiing, reading, writing, and playing with molten metal. some days the Rebels win.
Danger, Danger Will Robinson!
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