chicken in the swamp

No lattice-top?  No pretty dashing colors of summer berries?  Not even the scarce possibility of a scoop of ice-cream on top (people will eat anything with an ice-cream on top these days)(how's that heatwave going)?  Just when my latest favorite creation was traffic-vetoed because of its less-than-fashionable appearance (A'ight, it may look Susan Boyle but that rice can fucking sing!), I can't believe I'm preparing to feature this visual question-mark

likely pairing dark chocolate & gouda cookie

The agony of making creative effort in the kitchen is, more often than not (and don't tell me otherwise), we fall into the tormenting limbo between imagination and reality and sometimes the plunge feels eternally lasting.  My current episode has been ruthlessly stretching into its 9th day-anniversary, on-going, in cold blood.  Do feel bad because here it comes

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