The BellGab Bakeshop

[Asuka Langley]

[Master Trollda]

Let’s face it. Elvis was a God fearing Christian man and gospel music was very important to him. So, what better time of year than Christmas to pay homage to his favorite sandwich, a sandwich I’ve taken to lovingly call The Elvis. I believe I may have refined and perfected this recipe. This sandwich is essentially made like a grilled cheese sandwich except instead of cheese there’s peanut butter and banana slices in the middle. Here’s how I make it:

Take two slices of whole wheat or multigrain bread. If your heart’s set on white then have at it. I just prefer the extra fiber and nutritional value from whole grain bread.

On one slice butter both sides.

On the other only butter the outside.

On the first slice sprinkle some cinnamon or cinnamon sugar on the inside then place thinnly sliced banana on top of that.

On the other slice spread a layer of honey and then natural peanut butter on top of that.

Place the two slices together and fry in a pan as you would a grilled cheese.

Enjoy and Merry Christmas!

[pate]

... have at it. I just prefer the extra fiber and nutritional value from whole grain bread...

This violates the spirit of the thing, also:  No Bacon?



C'mon, Man!

[Master Trollda]

This sandwich didn’t actually include bacon although I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. The sandwich Elvis ate with bacon was the Fool’s Gold Loaf made by the Colorado Mine Company, a restaurant in Denver, Colorado. The sandwich consists of a single warmed, hollowed-out loaf of bread filled with the contents of one jar of creamy peanut butter, one jar of grape jelly, and a pound of bacon.

[pate]

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You are aware that this man was murdered by the CIA shortly after he invented the "Deep Fried Gravy" gastronomic delight, do you not?



The above is a modern non-weapons grade simalcrumb, the "Original Recipe" was allegedly deadly to mere Normies.  As an hôrs d'ouévre served at discrete international banquets, it could have been (and may have been) utilized to discretely eliminate "undesirables."

The King objected to this, and naturally was force-fed a lethal dose by the vile Agency.  I think it ultimately took three dozen of the things to bring the man to his untimely end in the lâtrine...

This information is still classified, it is expected to be released shortly after both the full JFK files and the full Pfizer caccine FDA approval files...



Oh lawd, the forty-five minutes for the baguettes is up...

I shall return!

[Master Trollda]

Umm...no...I never heard that before.

[pate]

/self-reported:  off-topic

[pate]

My brother just dropped off about a dozen Satsuma Oranges that he picked from our aunt's front-yard tree.  I knew she had a Meyer Lemon tree but the Satsuma tree was a surprise (maybe I forgot about it?).  He said he picked a wheelbarrow full...

Roz's Jaffa Orange Cake recipe looks overly complicated so I will probably just take this unexpected bounty and make orange marmalade with them...

I am lazy enough that I would be quite happy to pack them into a box and ship them to someone that could make better use of them. 



@Roz, they are yours if you want them.

I need to do something with them PDQ as they are really ripe, no idea how long they will last in the fridge before they go bad.

[WORTHAUGERa]

I need to do something with them PDQ as they are really ripe, no idea how long they will last in the fridge before they go bad.

Maybe if you opened the door and shouted at them once in a while they would last a little longer and give—well, produce—better juice to boot.

[Innerreach]

Maybe if you opened the door and shouted at them once in a while they would last a little longer and give—well, produce—better juice to boot.

Daddy, is that you?

[pate]

Shit... I forgot about those Satsumas in the vegetable crisper drawer thing.  Last time I checked on them one had started to go moldy, so I juiced it.  It made pretty good orange juice, very sweet.  I should take a peek at them when I go back in the kitchen to turn the pizza.

The pizza and the retarded dough I made for it was what I wanted to post about anyway.

Lately work has required that I make a 3-hour round-trip out of town after the close of the business day.  Today I had a few spare minutes before leaving on that little jaunt and decided that I wanted to get a head start on my pizza.  So I made the dough before I left, and so that it wouldn't rise too much I decided to retard the dough in the fridge (it slows the yeast down a bit).

I have to admit that during the mind-numbing 100+ highway-mile trip:  near the end of it I began to giggle about the retarded "bun-in-the-oven-refrigerator."  In fact, I began to hope for a slightly retarded little guy;  I even gave it a nickname based on a certain member of this fine forum and looked forward to seeing it.  I really would have been upset if it had been fully retarded, because I really don't have time for that shit.  I will probably go to Hell for laughing about retarded dough, but I don't care.

Happily, it was perfectly retarded and I only had to allow it to come up to room temperature before punching it down and fitting it into the lightly larded half-sheet pan.

It is now about 5 minutes away from being fully-birthed from the oven, and from the looks of it it will be delicious.



I won't even laugh at it when it is finished, I promise.

Damn, I am so excited about the pizza I forgot to check on those Satsumas...  I am sure they are fine!