easy laminated nutella morning buns
[ezcol_1half] LONG, LIKE WAIST-DEEP GANDALF GONE WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE
[ezcol_1half] LONG, LIKE WAIST-DEEP GANDALF GONE WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE
"JUST TWO FOLDINGS, GUYS. TWOOO FOLDINGS!" I literally cannot wait, cannot put another wasted minute between you and this recipe. Cannot contain the overjoy in the fact that I have fulfilled the purpose of why I was put on this earth, my designated service to humanity
Do you have things that you tried and tried and tried making, and it. Just. Doesn't. Work? In the kitchen, I call them my culinary nemesis, and they can be summed up by two words, "chewy" and "layers". You whisper these words to my ears in the middle of the night
For the innocent sake of running an adequate food-blog, I've been slowly sucked down to a rabbit hole passing the disorienting stage of flying pies and falling biscuits, deep down to the world of cultivating gas-farting micro-organism on my kitchen counter (quite deep when you actually think about it). My falling journey has brought to you and myself, things I wouldn't even think of doing just a little shy of 2 years ago, things like palm sugar brioche, dreamy Hokkaido milk toast, Taiwanese gua bao, Roman Bonci's pizza, creamy carbonara pizza, clarified butter English muffin, pillow beignets and this rocking potato roll. If I look into the mirror right now I wouldn't recognize myself. But however close I thought I was getting to the end of it, being awaken to the real world where people actually just buy this stuff (yeah
Oh I don't feel bad telling you this
There are days, you know, not everyday, but days when I really
I'm mega-watt sick guys. Really. STAY AWAY on the other side of the computer and try not to touch the screen I am highly contagious! This is like the 100+ times I've gotten sick since I moved to Beijing because my unevolved Canadianess is no match for China's uber-advanced virus. My further disrespect for it led me to go out for a night of harmless chatters over my favorite Sichuan face-torching/throat-choking dishes, which left me MUTED after I came home. MUUUTED, people. Paralyzed and powerless even when I saw a lift of a leg at the sofa across the apartment (!!!!
It's barely spring and the apartment isn't even warm yet, but these days every root vegetables in my kitchen seems to be in a hurry to grow up. There's a pot that my cleaning lady set by the window with green stalks surging so high that I almost thought she was bribing me back (aww, you shouldn't have