Irish Cream and Pistachio Fudge

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Found this recipe on pinterest (have I mentioned I LOVE Pinterest? oh, I have? ok) and omgosh is it good. (Original recipe here at the blog Eat Good 4 Life, some really great recipes) I had official taste testers and it was an all around hit. I think the thing that caught my attention was the different combination of ingredients. I'm not sure exactly about the cost of making this but let's just say it wasn't cheap, so make it for people you really, really like. :)

Ingredients:

36 oz white chocolate chips (3 bags)
1 14 oz can condensed milk
1/2 cup Irish cream liquor plus 3-4 tablespoons (I sometimes use 3/4 cups)
1/2 cup raw pistachios, roughly chopped- I used canned slightly salty and they were fine

Lined a small cookie sheet with foil and lightly grease it.

In a sauce pan, at low heat, pour all of the ingredients except pistachios. Stir constantly until chocolate has almost melted.

Turn off heat and continue stirring until chocolate is completely melted. Add pistachios and pour evenly onto prepared pan. Let cool and chill until set. Remove fudge from pan and peal off the foil paper. Cut fudge into small squares.

"S" is for Street Sweeper Suspiciously Stolen on Saturday from Super Market

Today's post is brought to you by the letter "S," not for Super Spectacular Sunday, it's stands for Stupid Stealer of other people's Stuff. Let me start at the beginning.

Last night hubs was already asleep and I just crawled into bed and closed my eyes when Greg says, "Did you hear that?" I answer that indeed I did not hear a thing. Now how someone that can't hear me ask him to take the clothes out of the dryer when I am standing in front of him and he looking directly at me, but can hear the doorbell that has decibel strength of a newborn kitten, I don't know, it is truly one of life's mysteries, but he can and did. We had that awake but not coherent conversation that went something like this:
Him: Did you hear that?
Me: Hear what? I didn't hear anything.
Him: The doorbell
Me: Well, if you heard the doorbell, you should go check.
Him: No, it will be alright.
Me: No, Brett is home from school and out, we should check.
Him: No, I'm not getting up.
Me: Well, I will go check.

I go look out the front window and there is a police car out front.
Me: Greg, there is a police car out front.
Him: You are kidding, right?
Me: NO, I am not kidding
Him: What should I do? (yes, he seriously said that)
Me: You should be the man and get up and see what is going on.
Him: Oh, yes, right, ok.

He gets up and no joke when he finally gets to the door, the police car is gone. I look out the window and swear it was there a few minutes ago. He calls the dispatcher and indeed there had been a police car out at our residence. Then he notices a missed call from the guy working for him that the truck had been stolen. (11:00 PM)  Seems that while the worker, whom I will not name but his name rhymes with Berry, was blowing out the gutters at the very prominent 30th street grocery store in preparation to sweep the parking lot with a 8500 lb zamboni-like machine, the truck, trailer and sweeper was parked out front but now is missing.

The truck has OnStar but there is privacy protocol and a report has to be filed and OnStar won't tell you anything, just to the officer. Sooooo, Greg goes to the place of said crime and he and J....er.....Berry, have a reportapalooza and the process starts. OnStar is able to track the truck waaaay the heck to the west of town and it is on the move. (thanks OnStar) The Reno County Sheriff's department gets in on the action and enlists the help of the Kansas Highway Patrol and find the perp and chase ensues. He takes the truck in the ditch and bails making the officers work on their Christmas dinner a little early. And just like that we got us a man hunt. But the slippery little snake manages to get away. So we have the truck, (air bags never deployed) so all is good, right? Au contraire, mon frere, there is something missing.......the trailer. Somewhere during the little escapade the nimrod unhooked and left the trailer. Gauging from the amount of mud on the truck, the trailer and hopefully the sweeper with it, is in a field somewhere up to it's axels in prairie goo. After HPD processed the vehicle, Greg gets his truck back and spends the next 2 hours driving back and forth on country roads looking for his lost equipment. He finally gives up about 3:30 AM and returns home.

(7:00 AM) Greg calls his Uncle Ron and they along with Brett go up in the airplane to scour the countryside. As of 9:15 AM they are still looking but have not found anything. Nothing found from the air, but Greg drove around some more this morning and did find some discarded items from the truck in a muddy field but the tracks indicated the trailer was not hooked on at that point.

Oh yes and "S" also stands for super sleepy.

*****Update

Thanks to the networking capabilities of Facebook, a friend of a friend saw the post, and called, the trailer and sweeper have been located. No word yet on the damage, seems the doofus head just pulled the pin in the receiver hitch and pulled forward letting the trailer with the heavy machine come crashing down, I'm surprised no neighbors called because I'm sure it made a racket.

- Story to be updated as the information comes in.
Be on the look out for trailer and a piece of machinery that looks something like this: