Your mention of meringues reminds me: I need to buy an electric mixer. And if we're comparing bones and cartilage to pastry fixins, the meringue totally works as cartilage. The bones would probably be fondant icing, well-sculpted and smoothed out nicely—
Oh hells, I'm overthinking this when I'm looking at the prospect of major surgery in ways that it relates to ASPECTS OF PASTRY COOKING. I'm either insane or slowly turning into—LE GASP—an actual chef.
The fact that there's options aside from "OK LET'S CHOP THE DAMN THING OFF GUYS" makes me strangely giddy. I wanna jump up and go YAY but the muscles that are overcompensating for lack of ligaments (…lackaments?) go straight into spasm when I think of it. So instead I think I'll make a hot steamed sweetened milk. Or something. I want sweet but I don't want cold. Steamed milk or a hot malt both sound awesome right now. Either way I gotta celebrate somehow.
That option would probably also make for brittle resulting ligaments, and they might just snap like the originals seem to have done. Then we'd be right back where we started. (The good news is that this happened at work (again) and so guess what? *points to awesomeface* Not Mah Moneh. At least most of it is Not Mah Moneh.) I'll not soon forget that noise the thing makes when it pops apart. Oddly, that of the ligament itself, compared to the dislocation of the knee, was almost totally painless. It just felt WEIRD.
…thanks. Mental image of Flexible!Jecht. I'm gonna go drool now. |D
THE MAN IS SURPRISINGLY FLEXIBLE.
Oh hells, I'm overthinking this when I'm looking at the prospect of major surgery in ways that it relates to ASPECTS OF PASTRY COOKING. I'm either insane or slowly turning into—LE GASP—an actual chef.
The fact that there's options aside from "OK LET'S CHOP THE DAMN THING OFF GUYS" makes me strangely giddy. I wanna jump up and go YAY but the muscles that are overcompensating for lack of ligaments (…lackaments?) go straight into spasm when I think of it. So instead I think I'll make a hot steamed sweetened milk. Or something. I want sweet but I don't want cold. Steamed milk or a hot malt both sound awesome right now. Either way I gotta celebrate somehow.
That option would probably also make for brittle resulting ligaments, and they might just snap like the originals seem to have done. Then we'd be right back where we started. (The good news is that this happened at work (again) and so guess what? *points to awesomeface* Not Mah Moneh. At least most of it is Not Mah Moneh.) I'll not soon forget that noise the thing makes when it pops apart. Oddly, that of the ligament itself, compared to the dislocation of the knee, was almost totally painless. It just felt WEIRD.
…thanks. Mental image of Flexible!Jecht. I'm gonna go drool now. |D