CARAMEL APPLE PIE BISCUIT

[ezcol_2third][/ezcol_2third] [ezcol_1third_end] GENERALLY speaking, food makes people happy. I'd like to think that I make happy foods.  I'd like to think that to the people wondering to this place, who are just one kale salad-away from opening a suicide.word, a fast responding blueberry oatmeal cookie, in some ways, is a contribution to humanity.  I'd like to think that to you out there who voluntarily devotes to a gluten-less life, though beyond my shallow comprehension, must have had your profound and keen purposes

FROZEN GRAPES DAIQUIRI

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

THE MEMOIR OF A BEEF BURGER

/* unvisited link */ a:link {color: blue !important;} /* visited link */ a:visited {color: purple !important;}/* mouse over link */ a:hover {color: blue !important;}/* selected link */ a:active {color: blue !important;} [ezcol_1half] MY grandfather was a mysterious man. Not much is known for facts but there are certainly many stories about him, speaking of a skinny, humble working-class man often seen in between two slices of bread trying to make a buck or two at food fairs back in the late 1800's. Who his ancestors were and where they came from, is still up to this day, my most intimate wonders. Were they even named a Burger? And whatever stories, legends even, being told about his tale of becoming the untoppled icon of a nation's food-identity, remain exactly that, just stories. But if there is one thing indisputable about those stories, the truth that inspired the myth, or at least so everyone says, it's that he was a fine and proud citizen of America. And that's fine enough by me. Truth is, I was never too held up on who my grandfather was. After all, I'm pretty sure, I am nothing like him. I am

SELF-MADE SOUR CREAM GELATO

[ezcol_1half] [/ezcol_1half][ezcol_1half_end] IT IS Fourth of July. You're busy. I know. Everyone has a list of jobs the length of their arm on Independence Day. Not only do you need to sort out the food, but you've also got to consider outfits, decorations (including flags - especially if you are one of the families with residential flagpoles) and generally organizing plans for the day. I get it. But just let me squeeze in a couple minutes of your time because if you missed this, it would be the second greatest mistake of your life. For we all know that the first in rank is always some hair cut (can't beat that). Guys

OLD BEIJING LAMB SKEWER

[ezcol_3quarter][/ezcol_3quarter][ezcol_1quarter_end] THERE are many virtues about Beijing, and as far as I'm concerned, they are all true.  The widely studied, highly evolved lung-capacity of its residence to withstand extremely volatile air molecules is among the most celebrated.  The profound unity and rewardless participation in the national sport of competitive spitting, for god and country, is none but true patriotism.  Then, perhaps the most famous although not as extraordinary as the former points, that it's true, these fine citizens do know how to roast a damn duck. Like actually actually. But the most extraordinary things are those that go unadvertised.  The best-kept secret, the silent do-er in this fine metropolis is tucked away in every unknown streets and corners, and I mean every streets and corners.  It's the most note-worthy and representative of Beijing street-food scene, and as far as I'm concerned, it is this word - 串. [/ezcol_1quarter_end] [ezcol_1quarter][/ezcol_1quarter][ezcol_1quarter][/ezcol_1quarter] [ezcol_1quarter][/ezcol_1quarter][ezcol_1quarter_end][/ezcol_1quarter_end] [ezcol_1half][/ezcol_1half][ezcol_1quarter] It's the most brilliant, most comprehensible character ever invented.  It looks exactly what it means - skewers. Mostly, lamb skewers. " 串 " Everyone loves this stuff, and for a good reason.  This is after all, the kingdom of the north, and they are not "meeeh~" about their lambs.  Infiltrated into every nooks and crannies of the city, there are casual restaurants called "skewer

BROWNIE-COW POPSICLES

SHUT UP, SHUP UP, SHUP UP [ezcol_1half] Let's play a game, shall we? Let's see how much of my babbling you can withstand before you say "shut up, shut up, shut up!" and burst into the kitchen to make yourself one of these milk and any-brownie, or as I call it, brownie-cow popsicles? Right, so you see here's the thing. I kinda love Earth. Maybe not enough to tie myself to a tree per se, but I do love Earth enough that I have more bicycles than mascaras, and I haven't had myself an ungodly orgasmic piece of toro, for like more than three years now. And believe me, I do love my ungodly toro. But there's something else I love dearly as well

THREE CHEESE MAZEMEN

  MIGHT AS WELL CALL IT, A-MAZEMEN [ezcol_1half] SOMETHING truly unexpected happened this morning. Something that, as far as I can remember, has never before happened to this under-exercised but nonetheless, well-conditioned casing of white-meat.  In the wee hours of this morning as a standard procedure, I rolled over in a complex twist and tango with my blanket and pillows as how it's been professionally done in the past three decades, and in a turn of event, inexplicably

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