September 10, 2016

One almighty peanut butter cup: A recipe for Peanut Butter Cup Pie


My first and very possibly last recipe post, for my "Peanut Butter Cup Pie", which is to say a peanut butter confection in a crunchy chocolate shortcrust and with a shiny chocolate shell. 

NB: The quantities herein make a pie of about 9" x 1" and maybe 36 oz. The edge of a peanut butter cup may be mimicked by baking the piecrust in a fluted tart pan. Best sliced chilled, and lives long and happy sealed and refrigerated. And be warned, the Peanut Butter Cup Pie is "not a reduced-calorie food", but it's nothing if not rich so that a little goes a long way. The recipe follows, in three parts.  
  

I. PIE FILLING: PEANUT BUTTER CONFECTION 
 
Combine 4 cups powdered sugar, cup peanut butter, 2/3 cup butter, teaspoon vanilla extract
Form and flatten into size and shape approximate to piecrust 
Press into piecrust, before shedding pieplate
    

II. PIECRUST: CHOCOLATE SHORTBREAD 

Mix cup all-purpose flour, 1/2 cup powdered sugar, 1/4 cup cocoa, pinch salt
Add 1/4 cup melted butter, egg yolk, teaspoon vanilla extract
Form into ball, wrap in clingwrap, flatten; chill in refrigerator for half an hour at least
Roll to fit pieplate, press into plate, trim excess
Bake at 360 degrees for 15 minutes, or longer as need be
 

III. PIE TOPPING: TEMPERED CHOCOLATE 
 
In double-boiler or equivalent and consulting a meat- or candy-thermometer, melt 3/4 cup chocolate and heat to 110 degrees 
Remove from heat and add 1/4 cup of that same chocolate
Stir 'til remainder has melted and temperature has fallen, to 90 degrees
Turn out onto pie filling and spread smooth 

September 6, 2016

Vote of no return; or, Hyperventilation in prose

(Apologia: Lest the dear reader find the entry following to be overwrought, a sort-of hyperventilating in prose, I'll plead preemptively that I know something of what I write, for a change. I've lived for the longest time cheek-by-jowl with the Latin invasion, I know immigration law and am acquainted with demographics, and I'm fairly fixated on how it is that societies and nations and civilizations are made and unmade by numbers and will, as in England and in America and on the tiny island in the Atlantic Ocean which is the place of my birth and my first couple decades.)

A country is the people in it; change the people and the country is changed. Like the losing candidate on election night who wishes to "elect a new people", it has been the project of the Left to import a new American people, legally and otherwise, and anyone alien to Americanism will do.

Never in my lifetime have I known anxiety for anything in the way of politics and government to approach my anxiety for the judgment of November 8, but never in my lifetime and very possibly not since 1864 has this country known a vote for president to decide it all. This campaign of 2016 will decide what is called in this country by the misnomer of "immigration", and immigration will decide the rest: jobs and wages for natural-born Americans, or rather jobs and wages for those natural-born Americans below the untouchable elite; the overburdened government services left over for natural-born Americans; the neighborhoods and communites lost to natural-born Americans, below that untouchable elite; the national culture if not also its undivided language; and the composition of the national government and course of the country.

If the Hillary Clinton program is effected then a good part of Latin America and some part of the Mideast are emptied into the United States, in numbers we can't now fathom, with the border left open wide to the Noah's Flood of humanity which must surely follow any amnesty of a dozen million illegal aliens, and the "chain migration" of resident-but-not-citizen sponsors and "family-based visas" and like provisions of the immigration law since its rewriting by Ted Kennedy.

And the Congress will have nothing to say about it: the Supreme Court has split 4-4 on Obama's arrogation of unilateral authority in immigration law -- the unconstitutional and unconceived-of power of the presidency to determine immigration policy, even unto the point of repudiating the duly-enacted law of the duly-elected Congress -- and the next president will nominate the ninth justice to break that tie.

Late in the evening on the last day of August Donald Trump might've thrown away the election and the nation, in doing as every elite said he must and would, and surrendering on the illegals question. The press in unison with the Clinton campaign had for days delighted in claiming "Trump flip-flops on immigration," but the press are not to be trusted, least of all in reporting what it is Trump is for and what he's against or even what he's said. It's something like that old standard "Do Nothin' 'til You Hear from Me"; unless and until Donald Trump declares a change, there's no change.

And in that earth-shaker of a speech in Arizona on the evening of August 31, Trump's Ten Points on Immigration, Donald Trump made plain that he'll make like Sam Houston and drive Mexico south of the Rio Grande. Criminal illegals are to be jailed, deported forcibly, and banished; the lesser illegals are to be squeezed where possible 'til they're left with no alternative but to quit the country voluntarily; petitioners for entry to and status in the United States from the Muslim world are to be scrutinized pitilessly; and the border with the Latin American Third World is to be sealed, by a "big, beautiful wall".

And so Donald Trump now has ratified his platform as Hillary Clinton has affirmed hers, on "immigration", which is to say the lawless and ruinous invasion and colonization of the United States by the Latin American Third World. To vote for Clinton is to vote for the Latin conquest of America; vote Trump and the nation is saved.

It may be that America's election for president has a very near precedent in Britain's referendum on Europe in June of this same year. Any number of issues figured in that Brexit vote and very few of those issues were inconsequential, but it was immigration which drove Britain's vote to quit the European Union and reassert its sovereign nationhood. The great cousin-nations have been known to be seized more or less in parallel by great shifts, as in Thatcher in Britain prefiguring Reagan in America, or Clinton in America prefiguring Blair in Britain. And never mind Britain's June referendum prefiguring America's November election: some months before the Brexit vote it was immigration which elevated Donald Trump over a field of fifteen to the nomination for president of half of the Big Two national parties, with the most votes and the greatest turnout in a Republican primary since there's been such a thing.

This contest for president, I shudder to say, has a finality about it never intended for a quadrennial election in this limited-government constitutional republic; it is, God help us, the vote-of-no-return. Trump in his Ten Points speech said it, that this election amounts to "our last chance".

I remember Mark Steyn in the '04 campaign writing that George W. Bush would win his reelection and more than that, if Steyn was mistaken on a question like that of the American soul, then ipso facto he'd have ceased to know the nation and would thus cease to write on it, or something very like that. So to modify Steyn, if the next president of these United States is other than Donald Trump then the nation will have voted for its abolition, and to write on the subject will be pointless.

The question is an open one, it must be said, as to whether any candidate for president can win and any candidate lose, with the press and popular culture and institutions doing all in their power daily to see one installed in the White House and the other ruined. The press and popular culture, as of the '08 campaign and in their effect, function something like the state-run media in an authoritarian or totalitarian system, preserving the elite and enforcing their dogmas. And in Donald Trump the elite and their enforcers recognize far and away the greatest menace yet to their project. But Trump makes the first Republican for president since Reagan to beat the press, albeit unevenly. A Trump victory as much as anything would be a victory over the elite and its enforcers in the press and popular culture and institutions. And a victory by Trump also would constitute a new model for Republicans and conservatives, to win the ballgame despite that the umpires which are the press and pop culture will call Democrat balls for strikes, and Republican homeruns for long fouls.

It must be said also that in this contest for president the energy and effort, the new and big ideas, the getting-to-grips with the reality of the real world and the real people in it, the earnestness, and the urgency, are on the side of Donald Trump, who to his everlasting credit says of himself in this campaign that he's "just the messenger, folks".

The polling has shown Clinton up over Trump but also it's shown Trump up over Clinton, and often enough it's been margin-of-error, this-thing-could-go-either-way craps-shooting. So if God has not yet abandoned the Great Republic then may God bless America, and save it, and may the judgment of November 8 be Donald Trump, 45th president of these United States.