One night, Mr NQN suggested that it wasn't a great idea scaring myself silly with my newfound website addiction and he suggested that I find something else to do. Usually I'm not a great late night cook. I prefer to wind down in the least active way possible. But one night I decided to make something. It would be something that wouldn't require a lot of tools or equipment as that would mean a lot of washing up. I opened my pantry and saw the green tea powder that I had, some marshmallows and some chocolate. Fudge! I would make matcha and vanilla fudge. Vanilla because Mr NQN is not a huge green tea flavour fan and I find that vanilla really adds a lot to green tea. This is one of those foolproof recipes that always sets and always produces a great candy fudge.
In a rather morbid turn, I've taken to browsing a rather dubious site late at night. I know I shouldn't but it has become somewhat of a compulsion and I turn to it once it hits about 10 or 11 o'clock. I log onto the America's Most Wanted website and scare myself silly. It's my version of watching a horror movie.
I'd then get Mr NQN in on the act and I would show him a fugitive's photo and quiz him on what he thought he was in for (and by the way you really can't tell). I became rather obsessed with finding about the Dirty Dozen the 12 most wanted fugitives. I figure if they ever made it to Australia thinking that they might have safe refuge, then they might be surprised if I recognised them. And by the way, many years ago, I thought I knew the Mosman granny killer because I went to university with a guy that was a little creepy and worked at an aged care facility. Turns out I was wrong. I'm glad I didn't call crimestoppers on him based on my hunch :P
I was happy to say that that night, I didn't dream of fugitives climbing through my bedroom window. I dreamt of something else much sweeter. Actually I dreamt of a famous actor climbing through my bedroom but I won't implicate myself any further shall I? ;)
So tell me Dear Reader, what is your late night guilty pleasure?
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