Pfunksfoolosophy

This is a recipe I’ve tweaked with and I like it well enough. Seems like a lot of ingredients, but it works up pretty quickly.

For graham cracker cake
4 large egg yolks, at room temperature
1 cup sugar
1/3 cup honey
1/4 cup water
1/4 cup vegetable oil
1/4 cup butter, melted and cooled
1/2 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 cup graham cracker crumbs
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/8 teaspoon cream of tartar

Sweet Chocolate Ganache
1 cup heavy whipping cream
8 ounces semi-sweet chocolate
1 tablespoon vanilla extract

Filling
marshmallow cream (in my area it’s Fluff, but you can use Kraft if that’s all you’ve got)

Butter a12×17 jellyroll pan . Line with parchment paper or waxed paper and butter the paper. Beat the egg yolks and sugar until thick. Add the honey, water, oil and butter and mix briefly.
Sift together the flour,graham crumbs, baking soda, baking powder and salt. Stir into the butter miture briefly. I just use a whisk in a bowl instead of using a sifter because of the graham texture.
Beat the egg whites with cream of tartar until soft peaks form. Beat in the sugar until mixture is firm and glossy. Stir a spoonful of the egg whites into the the batter, then stir them together lightly.
Spoon into the baking pan and spread evenly. Bake at 350 degrees for 15 to 20 minutes until top is golden and center springs back when touched. Cool for 5 minutes.
While cake bakes, make chocolate cream. Put the chocolate in a heatproof bowl. Bring the cream to a near boil and pour over the chocolate. Add vanilla extract. Whisk until melted and combined. Refrigerate, whisking occasionally, until cooled. When ready to frost the cake, beat the mixture until it reaches a spreading consistency. (The mixture is too stiff after about 5 hours in the fridge.)
Spread a clean kitchen towel on a work surface and sprinkle with confectioners’ sugar. Invert the cake onto it. Slowly remove parchment.
With a sharp knife, cut a line or groove across the short end of the layer about 1/2 inch from the end nearest you. (The groove lets the cake start start rolling up easily, roll tightly and not crack.) Lift the kitchen towel to start the rolling, then roll up completely. Let it cool for at least 20 minutes and up to a few hours.
Unroll the cake. Spread thickly with marshmallow cream. Roll up and place on a serving platter. Pour ganache over it. Let it set for 30 minutes or so.
I let it set for an hour… you can also refrigerate it for about 45 minutes because when you slice it, it’s a bit gooey.
ENJOY, ladies!

On my way home from work I was noticing the footwear of the other subway patrons.
Some folks, like me, enjoy the sneaker. There are a lot of different types out there and I am leaning towards those nifty lookin’ Pumas. The old school ones that Eddie Murphy used to wear are my faves.
The thing that strikes me…right between the eyes, is the fact that there are a LOT of folks who are in no way ashamed of their feet.
I don’t like to look at feet. Babies have cute feet, but that’s about it. Adult feet are the worst.
They’re like creatures from an alien planet, I tell you.
Men have some really bad looking feet and they display them brazenly in the summer months.
I hate that. One guy had what I like to call ‘tree climbers’. Ever see those shows on National Geographic about some nomadic tribe of people in the Amazon who have to climb trees in order to forage for their food?
Yeah, they’ve got the splayed toes, longish toenails and…*shudder* callouses.
Dude could have sanded down the deck of the Love Boat for cryin’ out loud yet I stared at his pedal extremities for 3 stops. I think my mouth was open.
He wasn’t the absolute worst, though. This woman got on wearing gold toned wedgie flip flops.
She had the yikes foot trifecta goin’ and she had an attitude to make matters worse.
She was flippin’ her hair and fixing her make up and all the while I was wondering if the corn on her pinky toe was another toe that just gave up or a corn.
Nail polish color? A beautifully chipped and weathered burnished copper. I never knew you could get hang skins on your toes. She had cuticle issues. On. Her. TOES.
I’m one to talk. I could use a pedicure, but it’s not to the point where I’m considering making some extra money by using me feet to scrape barnacles off of the boats down in the Hudson.
AND I keeps mah feets covered.
In truth, my feet are okay. Soft as a baby’s bottom for the most part. I’ve never had Summer Feet.
I would cry if that were to happen.
You know, they make a pumice sponge. It’s great. I think I’m going to start carrying extras in my backpack when I ride the train.
Seriously, though…that woman’s pinky toes will haunt me.
There will be NO Taquitos for me tonight.
OR ever, if I can’t exorcise that image from my memory soon.
Hmm… could be a dietary aid.
Wow, are you tellin’ me it’s a win/win AGAIN?
I’m on a roll, kids. Don’t stop me.

The job is not difficult. We all know this, but I wonder about theater people. They’re not too bright, some of them or perhaps they’re just so self absorbed that common sense and common courtesy are foreign concepts to them. An example of this would be that when they arrive early for their booked room, they must remain in the hallway and this causes confusion for some of them. Why? Presumably because there are other patrons using the room. They would like to continue working until it is no longer their turn, as it were.

What happens? That smarmy ‘Oh, I’m a little early would it be possib…no? (feigned heartbreak) Oh. Thanks’. I hate that.

OR, this is my absolute favorite: a gaggle of theater types congregate around in the halls and speak at the top of their lungs about their lives, their likes, dislikes and of course themselves (I should have written ‘theyselves’ but that would have only amused me). When I walk over to them, the terror quickly comes to their eyes…a 6′ black woman. She must mean to do us harm. (It really never ceases to amaze me) I even wrote a little note and tacked it up on the board in the hallway—rather clever as well, quoting Aimee Mann by saying, ‘Hush, hush…keep it down now, voices carry’ and nada…these folks are insane.

Really?

They don’t get it and I don’t have the patience.
But, yet again…it’s fodder for my blog and while I’ve become curmudgeonly lately (let’s blame it on my impending menses) it’s still a gas to complain about people and then reel myself back in.
I am employed. I am happy about that. It’s not a corporate gig.
Whoo hoo! I’d once said that I would blow Hitler not to have to work in a corporate environment again and lookee here…see?
Wait for it–win/win.
Much like Jerry Seinfeld, I usually break even. Who could ask for anything more?