[ezcol_1third] SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN 50~55 MINUTES, IS THE FIFTY SHADES OF YELLOW [/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third] OK, I admit. For someone who has, more than once, cried sympathy for her egg-allergy, I spend an unnatural amount of time studying the perfect way to cook them. Not just on my shortcut - 15 seconds to be exact - to creamy and velvety scrambled eggs, but there are up to this point
HERE'S A GUEST POST OF MINE THAT APPEARED ON A CUP OF JO, AS ONE OF THEIR BREAKFAST SERIES. JUST IN CASE YOU'VE MISSED IT
[ezcol_1third] THE PREVIOUSLY-THOUGHT-IMPOSSIBLE SCRAMBLED EGGS-FANTASY SPEED, AND CREAMINESS. ALL TOGETHER [/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third] We all think we know how to do scrambled eggs. We all know, I hope, that speedy scrambled eggs cooked over high heat will be grainy, rubbery
[ezcol_1half] MY THOUGHTS STIRRED, AS THEY STIRRED, INTO A TANGIBLE STRINGY MESS OF RESTLESSNESS. [/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end] I thought long and hard about how I should talk to you about this. I thought about it when I saw it glaring at me, all too long ago, from Tasting Table on their grinning newsletter. I thought about it when I laid sleepless at night, combing through the mental steps of how, and when, I would realize this absurdity in my own kitchen. I auditioned my blunt vocabularies, while pushing the apathetic shopping cart through the even-less agreeable cheese-section in my grocery store
(I KNOW HOW TO) LOOK FABULOUS IN SMUDGED MASCARA NOT SCHMALTZ, AND KNOWS THAT THIS GLITTERED PAPER-CONE WAS FOR MY HEAD, AND NOT POPCORNS
TO CLOSE FRIENDS, IN HEART, AND IN DISTANCE. I guess it isn't so out-of-place during the holiday season, but the other day, I started thinking about friendships. Since the age of 17, I have been living in separations from all my best friends. Some, separated by lands, but most, by oceans. And even if when old ones came, or when new ones were made, soon after, was another almost destined departure. After a certain number of years, I got used to the danger of not having any, and the jealousy for those who do. So this year, when the question of "edible gift" came, I started thinking about what I'd wish I could give. If you are one of those lucky humans who enjoys close proximity of friendships, I think you should tell them, "I'm so glad I'm not too far away to give you this". Whole mini brie and jam wrapped in flaky, buttery pie-pastry. Just like and therefore perfect for those whom this is made for, it doesn't travel far. It's time and temperature-sensitive. It's warm, sweet, gooey and most importantly, immediate. To close friends, in heart, and in distance. Happy holidays. [amd-zlrecipe-recipe:23] [ezcol_1half][/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end] [/ezcol_1half_end]
[ezcol_1half] I know that you know how it feels, to be nagged by your tireless other half on executing tasks that the difficulty of which, he/she has absolutely no idea of. This is no doubt an important subject that touches the very fabric of the marriage establishment, a possible and perhaps convincing argument made by the anti-commitment party, as one of the many fears that they don't want to be trapped with. But for the rest of us, I'd like to say I, I know how you feel
[ezcol_3quarter][/ezcol_3quarter] [ezcol_1quarter_end] THIS COULD VERY WELL BE, THE ONLY SENSIBLE THING THAT SHOWS UP HERE FOR THIS ENTIRE WEEK