Improved Smoked Cheese Risotto

I have a severe case of post-vacation depression. NOT that I don't miss my kids achingly on each and every trip, and want to tell'em about places where they could potentially live in the next life where they'd be allowed into every eateries (woof!) and crumbs shops PATISERIES (woof! woooof!). But for reasons beyond me, they instead insist on residing in a city that I loathe full-heartedly. Not an uncommon problem among modern parents I guess. So every time I return home, my kitchen becomes a laboratory for recreating things that I crave from each trip to ease the symptoms (which, if left untreated, could develop into doomsday-scale meltdowns). The shwarma sandwich from Paris. The laksa from Malaysia. Bonci's pizza bianca from Rome. Oh, right. Rome. Well, about that

Fully Loaded Baguette

(繁體)  (简体) Wow!  What a weekend last Saturday, uh?!  Golden Globes?  Did you watch it?  What a fantastic sequence of showmanship one after the next uh?  First came Jodie Foster's neurotic ramblings of a speech though I'm not going to argue with the world who apparently thought she was phenomenal.  Then Oh-glory's-the-name-of-vengeance Ben Affleck won best director and fired a bullet with his love-declaration for Gardner right in the heart of who else but J "LOW"!  Oh snap!!  And how about Ann Hathaway giving all she's got on an AMAZING performance acting surprised at winning supporting actress!  Flaaaaawless!  That's another award in itself I'm telling ya.  OH oh and Kristen and Will's HILARIOUS little team-up was PURE comedy gold!  Missed it?  Geeet ooout of heeerree!!  Finally FINALLY Tina Fay and Amy Poehler's opening act was marriage made in heaven

Puffy Powdered Pillow

(简体)(繁體) OMG. I'm telling you out of my last shred of conscience and humanity before I turn Paula Deen. If you like fried dough. If you have a weakness for doughnuts. If exercising self-restraint over hot-and-crispy-exterior-with-chewy-center things isn't exactly your forte. Or if you value any possibility to a) find a mate, b) keep a mate, c) or simply to be able to fit into ANYTHING ever again. Pack your knives and go. Because this recipe is up to no good. Run. RuN. RUN! The rest of you, follow me into beignet Mordor with no return. (Peek

Funky Business

All right.  I admit it.  I have been hiding something dirty from you.  I have been for quite sometime now playing the role of a girl who gushes about red velvet things, woos-and-ahhs over seasonal muffins for weekends and salutes to tacos, sandwiches and raviolis for everyday meals, who even contemplates (but no luck so far) on creating the ultimate fairy-food salads to tackle the hippie crowds.  Don't get me wrong because I love all that (maybe not the salads

Slice of Bonci’s

(简体)(繁體) I assumed that by the time this post is published, the world has crossed into the year 2013.  So happy new year, guys.  I hope that against all odds, fireworks were blocked enjoyed, champagnes were spilled popped, strangers fought kissed, and resolutions dismissed fulfilled.  But truth be told, I am never one to celebrate the fact that another year has eloped with my remaining inventories of collagen, and as far as a new "symbolic reform" goes, I never understand why I have to wait for December.  Who's got time for that?  The hope of a new beginning must start now if not last minute, so it could get killed before noon the next day.  Last night I said "ENOUGH!"  to my thighs and tonight I have lychee gummies on my night stand.  Efficiency. So last month last year as I sank my teeth into the most amazing amazing crust - so unique that I don't even want to call it what it is which is "pizza" because it doesn't deserve the stereotypes - when the timing was so perfect for anyone to say "my new year's resolution is to make this at home!", I said "non sense!".  This crust is too good

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