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Dec. 24th, 2002 @ 03:02 am Another semester at CMU done
Muffin kicks up his feet, now that he has some free time during winter break, to look back upon his semester. Thinking about it for a bit, he’s been rather busy, with classes, work, AB events, playing DND, applications for grad school, avoiding the hordes of Mongols that are chasing him, and just plain general hanging out with assorted friends. For some reason, now that he can relax, the most enjoyable thing to do is to reminisce about what happened to him in the past.

Muffin had been working hard this semester, and despite eating at Srees regularly, he gradually began to realize that he had definitely overlooked one of the essential portions of a well balanced diet throughout the semester – steak. After some discussions with Lee, they discovered that this was a prevalent problem among many of their group of friends, and that the only way to remedy this was a trip to a nice steakhouse. A great party was gathered for this quest, including Tom, Fluffy, Wendy, Duncan, Sarah, and Kevin. The group set forth, and arrived at Pittsburgh Rare, in hopes of fulfilling each of their desires for steak. They were relieved when the waiter brought out a platter of chilled raw meat for the perusal of the group to decide which slabs would eventually be worthy of consumption. Soon after the few slabs… the chosen slabs... were selected, they were barely cooked, such that they were fit for human consumption, and then delivered to the group. After some careful evaluation, this meat was determined to be an acceptable medium for satisfying the natural need for steak.

Even with all of the stress of things pulling him in many directions, Muffin always managed to find time to perfect some of the recipes in the Muffin school of Drunken Sleep-Deprived Cooking. Just before a DND session, Muffin achieved a new level of mastery within his technique, and discovered that the ultimate secret to making cookies while drunk and sleep-deprived is to add 4 times the amount of butter for cookies that were surely able to give anyone a heart attack. To ensure that this recipe was indeed as excellent as it appeared in his head, he presented samples of cookies made with this recipe to the DND group as a test of their worthiness. After much deliberation, there was a consensus that these cookies flawlessly exemplify the ideals of the Muffin school of Drunken Sleep-Deprived Cooking, and thus this recipe goes in with other classics such as Frying Bacon Naked.
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Date:December 24th, 2002 08:37 am (UTC)


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hey! muffin didn't mention anything about mongols to me!

in other news, my sister must have studied under muffin's tuteladge, because she too, added twice the amount of butter to the christmas cookies (4 sticks vs 2), which would explain why they were oozing grease when we were trying to decorate them....
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Date:December 24th, 2002 09:09 am (UTC)

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It's unfortunately a story that shames him to have others know about it. If he had just pulled up the ladder, he would've been able to spare himself all of the misery that came from having mongol hordes roaming throughout his place.

And thus why your sister is mearly the student, and Muffin is the master. My dad, however, completely fails t the study of this school, and used an appropiate amount of butter while making cookies last night. Granted it was prepackaged cookie dough that didn't need additional butter, but had he been taking lessons, he would've known that there wasn't enough in there by default.
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Date:December 24th, 2002 12:51 pm (UTC)
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Always two, there are.
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Date:December 24th, 2002 08:48 pm (UTC)

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Heh. I'd just like to say that I did, in fact, this week, successfully make cookies with the correct amount of butter not once, but *twice.* Of course, I wasn't really all that drunk, but I've purchased the chocolate chips, and either Sunday or Monday, by golly, I'm going to make a whole bunch more chocolate cookies that'll blow your socks off...just you wait!