Drinks

PASSIONED GREEN TEA WHISKEY

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CHEERS, FRIENDS.  HAPPY HOLIDAYS.  I’LL SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE.

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PASSIONED GREEN TEA WHISKEY

Serving Size: 2

Ingredients

  • 3 passion fruits
  • 3/4 cup unsweetened green tea, chilled
  • 4 tbsp honey
  • 4 ounces whiskey
  • Crushed ice

Instructions

  1. Scoop out the flesh inside the passion fruits and add it to a shaker, along with green tea and honey. Shake until the honey has completely dissolved. Add the whiskey and shake to blend. Divide the mixture into two glasses filled with crushed ice. Drink up.
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THE INCREDIBLE LAHMACUN AND AYRAN

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THE FOOD-EQUIVALENT OF BATMAN AND ROBIN, THE BRANGELINA OF ICONIC TURKISH EATS

  

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AS some of you may have noticed from this particular announcement, that I am now officially divorced… from the commitment of owning a stand-mixer (easy, gentlemen…).  More accurately, a surprised appliancewidow if you may, still deeply hurt by the concealed unhappiness my stand-mixer had apparently suffered from in the past 4 years, which finally led to his jump off the kitchen counter on a cloudy Oct 24th, decapitating himself in his last, escapist act.  The lumpy splatter of an unfinished pizza-dough over the black pavement, was his first and last, silent yet loudest protest, before declaring eternal freedom… from me.  Looking back, devastated, I don’t think he has ever loved me…

Now, mid 30’s, dumped, and less equipped…

I know at times like this, I’m suppose to resort to less labour-intensive tasks in the kitchen, a pasta-salad perhaps, or a one-bowl-pancake mix with added sparkles, maybe even the unthinkable salad, to hide the scars from this tragic embarrassment, and more importantly, look really hot while doing it.  But no.  In an counter-protest to the irresponsibility of a suicidal stand-mixer, giving up making doughs is admitting defeat.  With bare hands, I’m gonna prove that without him, I’m still highly desirable in the dough-market and totally dough-able.  Not just the same dough down the sad memory lane, but I’m gonna make something awsome-er, something super-er.

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FROZEN GRAPES DAIQUIRI

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I’LL SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE

IN JUST a few days, lays a much anticipated family weekend-getaway to Beijing’s outskirt near the Great Wall.  Long neglected enthusiasm and BBQ-equiped, we were gonna shake the clouds of illness that’s been shit-storming us for the the past entire year, and dare to freaking live again.  Just a few days… juuust a dainty little few days…  And fuck.

My Dumpling has to drop a death threat on me.  I am being punished, for optimism.

If you knew me at all, you’d know that I am a walking train-wreck in situations like these ones.  Not even an usually delightful box of frozen grapes can soothe.  It needs to be boooozed up.  Please, drink up.  And I’ll see you on the other side.

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THE HOT TRIPLETS

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I’m shouting out to you in the middle of the Pacific Ocean!!  Warm waves… creamy white sands… waving palm trees… oh wait oops, are you cold there?  Don’t say I’m not nice.  Here, drink this, what I call the hot triplets.  Oh, and it goes with this, the sweet buttah sandwich.  Both are mutations from my favorites of Hong Kong’s popular “tea room” culture.  Maybe I’ll chat more about it when I get back but right now, I have more important things to get to…  See ya!

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life, and a drink

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It’s been almost 16 months since the moment I sat my lame ass down before a computer, and pessimistically inserted a few doubtful letters down at the domain-registry… “ladyandpups.com… hmph, yeah right.”  Well, turned out I sort of was.  Disregarding any form of success measured by any numeral digits (it’ll come it’ll com…), this place has been an unexpected release for my moderate creativity and infinite opinions, to vent itself in the form of a blog.  As unconvincing and self-indulgent as I formerly thought it would be, much healthier than a reckless Ebay spree as it turned out… (I confess nothing).

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sunshine. flower. tea. granita

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Truth is, I was a tiny bit amused by the flock of defenders, friendly or hostile, who rushed to my incidental black tea cake to affirm America’s tea presence.  To the flag-swinging crusaders, amused at how unreceptive people are to a relative comparison and because the upset words validated just as much as saying… Asians eat burgers.  Lots of it at that, too.  Doesn’t translate to Asia having as much burger-culture as America.  And the rest tea-lovers – who were nice enough to comment (thank you!) and certainly more gracious of a human being than I ever was, who simply wanted to inform this blunt-mouthed cook that there’s a growing tea-culture in America (thanks again!) – made me feel a bit undeserved because I would totally, upmost whole-heartedly agree with you if not because of the fact that… I was too busy drinking coffee to notice.

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my road back to alcoholism

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I’ve got a lotta nerve coming here telling you about a cocktail.  Because if you ever had the pleasure of meeting me in real life, the first couple of things you’d pick up before too late is A). you didn’t really find it a pleasure at all and, B). Uh-hum… I don’t drink.  Wooh-oh wait, that’s not entirely accurate.  More like, I don’t drink ANYMORE.  (Gaaasspp~  AA!!)  Pfffff, sorry no.  I wish the story was that interesting.  The thing is, I was no different than any rule-abiding youngsters out there who at the height of their kick-ass erra, drank for absolutely no apparent reason just to wake up with my neck flaccidly draping over the rim of any my toilet soiled in… well yeah (the number of shower I pulled off safely under this no-state of mind was pretty impressive in retrospect).  Then at the first grasp of any level of consciousness to speak of, swore to lay off this demonic fluid for the rest of her life only to have the blur repeat itself the next Friday and, one morning… I actually did.  For good.

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