UNI CARBONARA WITH PORK SALT
IF I RANTED, I HOPE IT ISN'T THOUGHTLESS
IF I RANTED, I HOPE IT ISN'T THOUGHTLESS
[ezcol_1half] ONIGIRI COULD BE NONE BUT A BALL OF RICE, UNTIL YOU'VE HAD A REAL ONIGIRI AND REALIZED WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT
[ezcol_1half] DO NOT MISTAKE THE LIKINGS OF LOUISIANA-STYLE CRAYFISH-BOIL TO THIS, WHICH ONLY SHARES AS MUCH SIMILARITIES AS COFFEE HAS TO A FLAMING LAMBOURGINI [/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end] Just a small note for the weekend as you'll need it. OK, maybe it's not small. In fact, it's a huge
Beautiful crochet side plate is from Dishes Only. [ezcol_1half] THE OVERALL FLAVOURS ARE NON-AGRESSIVE, WITH THE TANGY AND SWEET INTENTION TO KEEP CALM, AND CARRY ON [/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end] Sorry, not particularly in a mood to talk today. That can happen I've been powering through a day of anxiety attack, set off by my son Dumpling who so randomly decided that I too, should have a heart attack. (If you needed recap, I have a very sick dog, whose apathetic small heart for the better part of his 15-years of unsocial life, sort of like the Grinch, have grown unstoppably large in the past 2 years. Except that in the medical world, instead of Christmas, this would be called a congestive heart failure). Following those events, I have been feeling pretty down. However, I'm trying to improve my mood. One of my friends actually told me that I could consider visiting https://purehempfarms.com to try and make myself feel better. Apparently, hemp is known to help people achieve higher energy and reduce feelings of anxiety. That sounds ideal for my current situation. So here, I leave you with a summer shrimp salad starring my most recent obsession, the puny little sweet succulence
[ezcol_1half] SOMEWHERE ALONG THE LINE OF LOSING CHILDHOOD INNOCENCE AND MATURING FOOD-PHOBIAS, I'VE GROWN ESTRANGED TO THIS WONDERFUL THING THAT PRACTICALLY RAISED ME [/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end] I've been wanting to do a fried fish sandwich for some time now. In fact, it's strange even to myself that it has taken me so long, considering that battered fried fish, from both the perspective of nostalgia and deliciousness, holds a very special place in my heart. Myself, circa 1992, fresh off the boat in Vancouver and practically English-illiterate, this was one of the very first introduction I had into the then-completely-alien world of western food culture. Once in a while, friends and families would make a special night out of dinning at the New England-style seafood restaurants lining the river-port, for this was a scarce enjoyment where we came from, and for me, watching the seagulls pirating scraps off of the table, it served a foreign exhilaration of this new place to call home. Back then, with the inability to understand the menu, a dinner in a place like this would almost certainly meant having the same entree over and over again, and that was, yes, fish and chips. A funny dish that, I was told, the child I was should really appreciate. To be honest,
[ezcol_1half] MY MOJO (COULD HAVE) SANK INTO A MENTAL ABYSS SO DEEP, IT WOULD TAKE A KRISPY KREME-SUBMARINE TO RETRIEVE [/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end] [/ezcol_1half_end] [ezcol_1half] [/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end] Hello. Sorry. I think it's been awhile. I don't know if there was a guideline on the Successful Food Blogging Manual specifically on post-frequencies, but I'm sure an entire week of blankness and neglect would on the other hand, dominate the entire Troubleshoots Section (As well as questions like this: What to do when you accidentally publish an unfinished post?)(Answer: Call 911.)(And: What is a writer's block?)(Answer: Eat a donut.). Well, the truth is
[ezcol_1third] IF YOU'RE HOPING FOR A SLIMMED DOWN, DECENT AND POLITE CLAM CHOWDER TODAY, YOU ARE NOT GONNA FIND IT [/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_2third_end] We all have a food that we genuinely love so much, and at every long-awaited occasions when we put a bite in our mouth, we wonder to ourselves, why don't we make that more often? Yes, well, that to me is grilled peanut butter sandwich. This
[ezcol_1third] PANCETTA TARTARE. WHAT-EH-WHADAT? [/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_2third_end] OK, here's the thing. Mountains, and I mean mountains, of unattended laundries accumulated in the past 3 weeks that has led to a moment last night when I had to remind myself that, plastic bags aren't clean underwear (put it down, Mandy, put it down