Yesterday, Kelly came over at about 11 AM. We ran out to Target to do some shopping and I got the crazy idea to make Dirt. I used my iPhone to look up the recipe and we got all of the necessary ingredients and then headed back home (I also stopped to buy some new towels, of which I was in rather desperate need.)
“Dirt”, for those of you who don’t know is a dessert. I had it only once in my life, in 1999 or 2000 at a pot-luck held in the apartment complex I lived at on Tujunga Drive in Studio City, CA. But I loved it, and I remembered its rather unique moniker.
We used this recipe to produce our masterpiece and we made only a few mistakes. And when I say “we” made mistakes, I means, of course, me. Although Kelly has only slightly more cooking experience than I do, she seemed to know what she was doing. (In fact, to mash up the Oreo cookies, it was her idea to put the cookies in a baggie first. I then started to beat them with one of those rolling things used to flatten pizza dough.)
Since I’m sure that many of you won’t take my word for the fact that I actually attempted to make something, I have photographic evidence. See for yourself:
We let the dessert chill for a few hours (while we watched White Christmas) and then gave it try late in the afternoon. It was delicious! It was unbelievably delicious. We both had seconds. Kelly got a stomach ache. I later felt nauseous. But it was well worth it. Yum!