RE-CONSTRUCTED BANANA AND PEANUT BUTTER MASCARPONE PIE

[ezcol_2third] As seen on my Instagram, this vibrantly yellow bowl is from Dishes Only. [/ezcol_2third] [ezcol_1third_end]   I DON'T KNOW.  IT'S NOT A DESSERT.  IT'S THING. When it comes to the awareness for Del Posto's celebrated pastry-chef that is Brooks Headley, as well his critically acclaimed cookbook Fancy Desserts, I'll admit, I was late to the game.  To start, I've never been to Del Posto, even for the time while I was still living blissfully in New York, I never.  I knew where it was.  I knew it was good.  But for the many times that I've passed it by, I dug into my dangling shallow pocket, and went for the Halal-truck parked around its corner instead, unregretted.  Then to further my negligence, I didn't even give it the slightest consideration when their Brooks published his first, wacky and unconventional cookbook named - reeked of intimidations - Fancy Desserts.  I mean those who know me, from experiences perhaps too personal, already mourns my biological disability to even execute the dumbest-ass desserts, let alone, as if,  fancy.  The title only sounded slightly more appealing than watching a documentary on spaceship engineering.  But, my firmly footed ignorance all began to shake when my loyal advisor, The Piglet, out of many many other the-Gisele-Bundchen of cookbooks, named

THE SHIT I EAT WHEN I’M BY MYSELF – GRILLED CURRY CHEESE, iPHONE ONLY

[ezcol_1third] NOT KNOWING IF (THE SWEAT) WAS DUE TO THE HEAT OF THE KITCHEN, OR HOT-FLASHES AS EARLY SIGNS OF MENOPAUSE [/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_2third_end] OK, so it's been awhile since I last did The Shit I Eat When I'm By Myself Series, and I thought today - the day I turn 35, the day when the oestrogen has officially left the party, the day when avocado becomes a face-cream instead of food - is a good time to rekindle (it's called letting it go).  And also, because I got this lovely birthday present from you-know-who, I thought I will follow Tiffany and do a post entirely shot/edited by iPhone 6 only!  Initially, I thought it would be the most liberating thing ever, not having to carry a heavy and bulky camera while dripping sweat, not knowing whether it's due to the heat from the kitchen or hot-flashes as early signs of menopause

THREE CHEESE OYSTER GRATIN

[ezcol_1half] MY MOJO (COULD HAVE) SANK INTO A MENTAL ABYSS SO DEEP, IT WOULD TAKE A KRISPY KREME-SUBMARINE TO RETRIEVE [/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end] [/ezcol_1half_end] [ezcol_1half] [/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end] Hello. Sorry. I think it's been awhile. I don't know if there was a guideline on the Successful Food Blogging Manual specifically on post-frequencies, but I'm sure an entire week of blankness and neglect would on the other hand, dominate the entire Troubleshoots Section (As well as questions like this: What to do when you accidentally publish an unfinished post?)(Answer: Call 911.)(And: What is a writer's block?)(Answer: Eat a donut.). Well, the truth is

HOKKAIDO MILK BUNS AND PINEAPPLE CUSTARD

[ezcol_1half] These super gorgeous crochet-printed side-plates are from the lovely DishesOnly. TO MY SHAMELESS AND UNDESERVING SELF I SAID, YES I'LL HAVE FOUR OF THOSE PLEASE This post, on top of the rare fact that it's the third dessert-recipe within two weeks, is also going to take a rather unconventional introduction.  Instead of my usual babbling on my, more often than not, unpleasant stories/inspirations behind a certain recipe, I'm going to gratefully credit this entire post to the unexpected blogging-perks that have been recently showering my life like a long-awaited rainfall. First of all around 2 weeks ago, a mindfully packaged box from Italy oozing the kind of anticipation and excitement not even the strongest duct-tape can confine, quietly arrived at my doorstep.  Carrying with it, among other gorgeous sample-ceramics, were 4 beautiful crochet-printed plates that marked the exciting collaboration between me, and the lovely Italian ceramic company - DishesOnly.  In all honesty, calling this sort of thing a "collaboration" where I shamelessly ask for things without paying, sounds all too undeserving on my part because I feel like I'm taking advantage.  But when I saw these unbelievably delicate and understatedly elegant side-plates called crochet, I simply couldn't help my greedy self.  The desire of having them among my now-seemed-comparatively-unattractive collection of plates, overrode any remaining ounce of

MY BIG, FAT, SPICY KOREAN CLAM CHOWDER

[ezcol_1third] IF YOU'RE HOPING FOR A SLIMMED DOWN, DECENT AND POLITE CLAM CHOWDER TODAY, YOU ARE NOT GONNA FIND IT [/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_2third_end] We all have a food that we genuinely love so much, and at every long-awaited occasions when we put a bite in our mouth, we wonder to ourselves, why don't we make that more often? Yes, well, that to me is grilled peanut butter sandwich. This

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