HERB GNOCCHI W/ MID-SEASON GREENS
"IT'LL FOREVER CHANGE HOW YOU FEEL TOWARDS GNOCCHI
"IT'LL FOREVER CHANGE HOW YOU FEEL TOWARDS GNOCCHI
"A SEQUEL OF CHICK-FLICK POPCORNS
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We've all heard about this growing up, that the adult life is all about responsibilities. "Pfff, whatever
The problem with me as a recipe dreamer hallucinater during the still-ongoing Thanksgiving carnival is that every year, in utter rudeness, I always feel like leaving the table even before the turkey makes it out of the oven. Evidently from my premature and inappropriate blabbering of the X'mas blend coffee bars in last November while the whole town was still chattering about tweaking pumpkin pies to death, to now this uncooperative side-tracking dessert that doesn't even rhyme with "ies" and " akes", it is obviously true. I have no table-side manners. Now before I leave, pass me the damn stuffings. If you think that I have zero patience, nor the skills to time a topic in order to be well received, you're
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