buggers, you want one or the other or possibly both.
Harry Potter fans will recognize the scene in the attached video: Dumbledore must drink--cup by cup--an entire font of poison in order to reach the hidden horcrux. It is an agonizing scene to watch because Harry must force his school master to drink the excruciatingly painful poison.
Okay...done watching? Good, so the mood is set. THAT'S what it felt like grinding an entire cup of organic poppy seeds tablespoon by tablespoon in my little coffee grinder. Spoon in a tablespoon of seeds, grind, grind, grind, stop, open up, scrap the stuff stuck to the sides, grind, grind, grind, stop, open up, scrap into a bigger bowl--and then add ANOTHER TABLESPOON.
Now, there are 16 TBL to a cup, but I SWEAR this somehow turned into 16,000 TBL.
And--of course--on the very last tablespoon, my enthusiasm at this task being done short-circuited my brain and I stopped and yanked off the lid--while the tiny blade was still spinning those tiny little seeds--which means those tiny little seeds are now all over my kitchen counter and floor.
JUST STRAP A BELT AROUND MY BICEP, SLAP THE VEIN AND GET ME A NEEDLE! STAT!
And you want to know the WORSE thing...I mean, worse than having to clean up a bazillion little seeds on the floor? I STILL don't like the taste of poppy seeds.
Only now I can't blame it on commercialized, preservative-ladened jarred stuff with an expiration date 2 year from now. Nope...this is all good ingredients, freshly made and I still don't like it.
Damn.
Harry Potter fans will recognize the scene in the attached video: Dumbledore must drink--cup by cup--an entire font of poison in order to reach the hidden horcrux. It is an agonizing scene to watch because Harry must force his school master to drink the excruciatingly painful poison.
Okay...done watching? Good, so the mood is set. THAT'S what it felt like grinding an entire cup of organic poppy seeds tablespoon by tablespoon in my little coffee grinder. Spoon in a tablespoon of seeds, grind, grind, grind, stop, open up, scrap the stuff stuck to the sides, grind, grind, grind, stop, open up, scrap into a bigger bowl--and then add ANOTHER TABLESPOON.
Now, there are 16 TBL to a cup, but I SWEAR this somehow turned into 16,000 TBL.
And--of course--on the very last tablespoon, my enthusiasm at this task being done short-circuited my brain and I stopped and yanked off the lid--while the tiny blade was still spinning those tiny little seeds--which means those tiny little seeds are now all over my kitchen counter and floor.
JUST STRAP A BELT AROUND MY BICEP, SLAP THE VEIN AND GET ME A NEEDLE! STAT!
And you want to know the WORSE thing...I mean, worse than having to clean up a bazillion little seeds on the floor? I STILL don't like the taste of poppy seeds.
Only now I can't blame it on commercialized, preservative-ladened jarred stuff with an expiration date 2 year from now. Nope...this is all good ingredients, freshly made and I still don't like it.
Damn.