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Equal parts mascarpone and cream whipped together works, tastes good and stays stable.

You could use a melon baller to carve out round chunks of bosc pear. Probably makes the tart easier to eat.

The tovolo ones don't get stinky. I've had mine for 4 years now and if someone stole them, I'd buy new ones without looking anywhere else. I love my tovolo trays. I use them for everything, including coffee for iced coffees, and bacon fat, because I'm a pig.

I don't see any kitchen myths up there....am I missing something?

I'm more interested in the hot chocolate pictured. Any recipe available for that one?

I have a metal pink vintage one I've used for foil and waxed paper for years now. I don't use the paper towel portion of it because rolls have grown since the fifties. I love mine for foil and waxed paper though.

Okay, here's the thing. You can buy pasteurized egg whites. You can also know that you are pouring 245 degree syrup into the whites. Or, if you're really a weenie, you can take your egg whites, add the sugar and whip over a double boiler to 140 degrees. Or, just don't make butter cream.
I'm so sick of people whining about raw eggs. If you don't like the idea of eating raw eggs, then don't.

Now that that's out of the way, I have a tip, (two actually) for the chocolate buttercream. Melt your chocolate and cool it down to about 120 degrees or less. Just let it sit somewhere and come down to temp. Then, take 1/3rd of the finished buttercream, fold it into the chocolate rapidly, then add it to the rest. This will keep the BC at the right temp so you don't melt the butter and risk breakage, and it will also keep the chocolate from seizing.

Scramble eggs. While they are starting to cook, spread mayo on soft white bread. Add salt, pepper and two thick slices of tomato. Throw the eggs on hot, slap bread on and eat before it dissolves. Delicious. That's a dad recipe.

I mis-read "melt chocolate in a bowl over simmering water" as "melt chocolate in simmering water."

And it was for a dinner party.

Thank god I was 14 at the time and my stupidity was considered "cute."

Some jerk in a house I used to live in planted mint everywhere. As well as seeding chives instead of grass. The sheer stench of the "lawn" after mowing was enough to turn me away from mint for good.