Yes, another bark.
But this one went better.
Except…
I had purchased graham crackers that were going to serve as the base under the praline mixture. Like Christmas crack, minus the chocolate, plus toasted pecans.
But when I went to make the candy, the graham crackers were NO WHERE to be found. And I mean no where. It doesn’t help that the house is in an upheaval with the dining room light switches being intermittent. Of course, I trouble shot to the best of my ability. It wasn’t the bulbs. I had to empty out the dining room, which was on my list for the week, because we are hosting Thanksgiving next week. The night before the electrician was coming I thought that it might be the original light fixture itself and, wanting no delays in getting the light fixed, I purchased one the day they were coming.
As an aside, when the electrician was here he tried the light switch. And it WORKED! Way to make the electrician think I am crazy, house. The plot thickens after he pulled off the switch plate and found that it was badly put in. Of course it was. When I say that this house was badly made, I mean it.
Back to the candy.
The graham crackers were missing. Strum and Drang, indeed. This is in reference to the late mid 18 century when a romantic period in German literature happened. This period exalted nature and feeling and can be translated to storm and stress. I think of it like being dramatic for dramatics sake.
It was quite the hullaballoo when I couldn’t find the graham crackers. Well, I wasn’t about to drive to the store to purchase more. That is its own trek with the construction going on the only street out of our development.
What did I do?
Like any operating room nurse worth her salt, I made do.
I used Ritz crackers as the base of the praline.
Because Ritz crackers are not unlike well made pie pastry.
I made the praline and poured it over the crackers and baked it as directed for 10 minutes.
And what do you think I found after I pulled the candy out of the oven and placed it to cool? The graham crackers. Safe where I had put them.
Of course.
Dispatches from the Evening Shift 