Final Cookbook Preview – Freezer dumpling ravioli

[ezcol_1half] These things don’t involve a lot of thinking and rationalizing; they aren’t even bothered by common decency or responsibilities. I eat them free of my own judgment [/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end] This will be the last, but not least, recipe preview from our cookbook – The Art of Escapism Cooking that is coming out on Oct 15th! It is one of the seven recipes in a little chapter I call, The Shit I Eat When I'm By Myself, a continuation of course, of our recipe category here under the same title in this blog.  I felt the need to create this category because it answers both the questions of why I cook, and why I eat.  As the chapter intro in the book sums it up: "I don’t cook for myself.  Or at least, not the way it looks on my blog or in the rest of this book outside this section. I don’t know how it reflects on me as someone who’s selling recipes, but in my view, cooking and eating are two very different, entirely separate areas of investigation. Cooking, to me, is about curiosity, the insatiable need to know beyond necessity, the compulsion in the process of unwrapping a question, rephrasing it again, moving

Book Bait: Squid Ink Ramen

"A bowl of slurpable crude oil, but in the most edible and delicious way. " [ezcol_1fifth]-[/ezcol_1fifth] [ezcol_3fifth] WHAT:  Welcome back my utterly self-serving recipe series I would like to call - The Book Bait, a shameless campaign to draw out all cookbook-hunters to our upcoming cookbook, The Art of Escapism Cooking – A Survival Story.  These are brand new recipes that are not in the cookbook but however, in order to make them, you will need one or more essential component from the book to complete which, yes, is yet to be published on October 15, 2019.  And yes, I am still doing that to you to sell books. WHY:  It isn't without brag when I say that there is an entire chapter in our cookbook enshrined to the universal religion of noodle-slurping and ten of which are full-blown, no bullshit, the milky broth, the umami, the toppings, the thick and the deep, the sacred and the indecent, the full spectrum of the unapologetic and delicious absurdity that is, Japanese-style ramen.  Yes, I went there, the whole nine yards.  And I feel that I could still go further.  Because in Japan's traditionally defined food culture, this rare and liberal, democratic even, arena of

Book Bait: The Hulk, Dry-fried Green Hot Wings

[ezcol_1half] WHAT:  In a shameless campaign to drum up anticipation for our upcoming cookbook, The Art of Escapism Cooking - A Survival Story, today I am launching a new recipe series with a very self-serving, absolutely no-good intent.  Lady and gentlemen, may I present to you, The Book Bait.  What are book baits you ask.  Well, they are brand new recipes that are not in the cookbook but however, in order to make them, you will need an essential component from the book to complete which, yes, is not yet published until October 15, 2019.  And yes, I am willing to do that to you to sell books. WHY:  Aside from the main motive to get you to pre-order the book (and you can do it here, here and here!), the inspiration for creating this recipe series - if there is still room for this argument - is not entirely corrupt.  There is a chapter inside the book called Condiments, consisting of sauces and spice-mixtures that are used more than once throughout the book.  But since the wrapping-up of the book, I continued to unearth new and exciting ways to utilize them that are too good to be left unbothered.  Which brings

Cookbook Preview – Shrimp wontons w/ spicy coconut shrimp oil

[ezcol_1half] FYI, There is an entire chapter in our cookbook with delicious little morsels recipes just like this.  Preorder your copy now! [/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end] Here is another recipe preview from our cookbook - The Art of Escapism Cooking that is coming out on Oct 15th! This recipe has many components - slippery, bouncy, rich, tangy, spicy, creamy - working collectively and in balance to support what is ultimately a perfect shrimp wonton.  The idea was born out of my desire to eat a bowl of shrimp wontons where the shrimp-ness is celebrated in more ways than one, and to reminisce the time when I was little when I would always try to gather the dark orange oil from my mother's pan-fried shrimps and spoon it over my rice while sucking on the shrimp heads till my brain hurt.   No other person in the family did that.  And this is my way of doubling-down on their loss. As previous recipe preview, I will include the entire intro and instructions exactly as it will appear in the book.  Reading back, this one in particular was undoubtedly written on a day of great angst and bitterness (insert lol emoji).  Thing is, the way I approached writing a recipe

Goat cheese and cherry swirl ice cream

[ezcol_1fifth]-[/ezcol_1fifth] [ezcol_3fifth] the goat cheese popping untimed and irregular bursts of mild saltiness and cheesy aroma that cuts and balance the sweetness, which then welcomes a current of tangy and floral compote of black cherries and honey So some of you may already knew from my Instagram that I was forced onto a whiskey distillery tour in Scotland in spite of my lifelong disagreement with this confounding substance. If you didn't know, I'm probably going to need growthoid.com to reach out to you guys a lot more so you can see me getting into these shenanigans. Although against contrary evidence, I could swear I exercised a generous though painful effort to have fun. But ultimately, on a jam-packed five days excursion dead set on the sole purpose of hunting and gathering overpriced barley water and thus sidelining the other, infinitely more joyous activity of plowing into flocks of free-roaming sheep at every turn, it's safe to assume that I absolutely did not. And this brings us to today's topic, Mary's Milk Bar. If there was any highlights at all in my five days of being unpaid escort, it had to be this highly acclaimed ice cream shop in Edinburgh, sitting just

Spicy mussel and burnt mushroom toast w/ broth

overcooking mussels is not a victimless crime.  do not engage. [ezcol_1half] Amongst all the abundant obstacles in between humanity and happiness, I am perhaps most snuggly and intimate with one in particular.  Jealousy.  I am jealous a lot, both in frequency and of subjects.  If you had just crossed my path in a white linen dress resting around a decently shaped neck, chances are, in the privacy of my somber awareness, I hated the shit out of you.  I don't want to.  But it doesn't matter what I want.  I am betrothed to my involuntary raid on all signs of missing things. What does this have to do with mussels or mushrooms, or toasts for that matter?  Well, for it stands as a mascot for a particular specimen of humankind - one of many others of course - who consistently requests for my envy in every encounters: Self-enjoying party hosts. [/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end][/ezcol_1half_end] [ezcol_1third][/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third][/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third_end][/ezcol_1third_end] [ezcol_1half] Who are they and which planet do they come from?  And are we going to see a lot more of them after the storming of Area 51?  Because let's face it, in what is inarguably a highly stressful and - don't deny it - hostile environment where any number of guests has

Overnight Taco Meat and Dripping Tortilla Non-recipe

[ezcol_1fifth]-[/ezcol_1fifth] [ezcol_3fifth] This is an easy, and my first "non-recipe" that I'm leaving you with before heading off to Scotland on a hubby-forced whiskey tour. What's a non-recipe you ask.  Well, to my understanding, it means it's a general guideline of techniques that one can use to adapt to a variety of ingredients.  In fact, I wasn't really planning on publishing this as a post, as I was simply putting a random dinner together and mid-way through, thought that this is actually a great way of anxiety-free entertaining  so why not share it. So essentially, blah blah blah, what I'm talking about is this.  You take a big hunk of fatty cut of meat, in this case, beef short ribs, but it could be pork belly, whole duck, ox tongue or whatever available in other marvelous circumstances.  Then you leave this hunk of meat alone in its marinate for a good 12 hours, in this case, a red wine concoction, but it could be whatever bath of flavors that you could humanly imagine.  Then the night before you serve, you wrap it in foil and throw it in utter abandonment inside a low-heat oven and then, you go to sleep.  The next morning,

Extra-browns Browned Butter

Not double, not triple, but ten, twenty-times of (salty) browned bits. You've never known browned butter this way.  You'll never want to know it any other way. [ezcol_1third] The other day, two hours after midnight while I was peeling through the dense jungle of Amazon's available silicone microwave popcorn makers to be exact, something hit me like a lightening slitting down a tree. Browned butter. A glorious thing, absolutely.  But what is wrong with browned butter?  No, no, let me rephrase.  What is missing with browned butter?  It's a beautiful thing that is butter made even more beautiful by letting the remaining traces of milk - an inevitable remnant from the process of making butter from cream - slowly caramelize into speckles of browned bits that, I want to argue, is the unsung hero that truly gives browned butter its celebrated nuttiness and deep, rich aroma. So here I ask again, as attractive as is, what is missing with browned butter? [/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third] I say, not enough browned bits. Yes, think about it!  Think about how sick browned butter could be if it is accompanied by not double, not triple, but ten, twenty-times the amount of browned bits that separates browned butter from being a component to a stand-alone,

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