I was lamenting to my friend Kevin this morning that I haven’t been able to find any Crisco in the can in Sydney to bake with. I’ve seen the bottles of cooking oil everywhere, but never the solidified stuff. Imagine my surprise when he responded, “I’ve seen it!” Me: “Where?” Him: (embarrassed) “The sex shop.” Hilarious! And yet gross too, especially since I’ll probably have to venture in there to pick some up if I get the baking urge…

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  1. i’m equally embarassed to admit that i know way too much about its use for a straight catholic girl. i’ll leave it at thatโ€”this is a semi-family kinda place.

  2. HA! I’ll never look at the Mister in the same way again! ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. oh good GOD no. no, no, no… we’re as vanilla as they come. let’s just say i picked up a lot about “alternative lifestyles” while living and working in seattle. through osmosis, that is. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  4. I think that I’d be nervous baking with sex shop Crisco. It would make for a great recipe name, however.

    I can’t believe you can’t find it in grocery stores, by the way. How do you make flaky pie crust or crispy fried chicken without it?

  5. I don’t know about the pie crust, but I used a mixture of peanut oil and olive oil last night to fry chicken, and I must say it was excellent. It was actually the first time I’ve fried chicken where it looked and tasted like something you’d get at a good chicken restaurant. I totally outdid myself last night, I must say. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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