Now isn't THIS a wonderful set of events...

I take after my father in that I look very, very young for my age. People at work think I'm in high school. Usually this isn't a problem; people take a guess that I'm young, then I correct them, we laugh about it and all go on our merry way.

Today happened to be different.

I went to the bank to do some banking at the teller. I hand her my card and she brings up the account screen, looks at it for a moment and then says "I don't think this is your account".

When someone says that to you, that's damn scary! With the amount of fraud in the area, we're a bit on edge and my first thought is "OMG, we're all going to die!"

So I asked her "What do you mean it's not my account?". I went shopping just last night with that card on debit and the PIN worked! It better be my card!

She looks at me, looks at the screen and asks "What's your age?"

My mind is thinking "Oh no... not again!". I tell her bluntly "I'm 22."

The teller shakes her head, as if I'm some punk kid looking for fast cash. "I'd like to see some photo ID."

Wait.... WHAT? Photo ID? At the bank? This is my home branch too! True, I rarely go there and live here, there and everywhere in the province, but the card should have listed the transactions from the mall last night.

I fished out my driver's license and she goes over it in great detail, even comparing the signatures on the back of the license and the bank card!

Finally she decides that yeah, that is my DAMN card and she can serve me. But was that all really needed? She wouldn't tell me why I needed to get asked more questions to do banking with a teller than I asked while crossing the US/Canada border. I'm guessing it was my appearence. :-(

Found online...

My father used to make this. He learned it in France.

Lemon Rocket Fuel
Combine une boîte condensed sweetened milk (aux USA Eagle Brand, en France Nestlé) with a couple of tablespoons (ou cuillerées à soupe) of lemon juice. The milk thickens to roughly the same consistency as cheesecake. Thanks to Vaughn Stephenson.

Scott Sessions proposes the following variation:

Crush "Dirty Cookies" (the ones like animal crackers) and add melted margarine until moldable. Press mixture into a pie tin.

Put 2 or 3 cans of sweetened condensed milk in a large bowl, and saturate the milk with lemon juice preferably from real lemons. Add a little at a time stirring thoroughly. Continue this process until the milk can't take any more juice. [If you come up short, this isn't a problem.]

Pour the lemon-milk mixture into the pie crust and fill to top. Refrigerate for an hour and then enjoy your dessert...on the moon! This is so potently sour and sweet that it sends you to outer space...hence the name...Rocket Fuel.

Webmaster's note: Outside of the addition of a crust, this is not really different from the first recipe.