Mochi Brownie

I chose this to be one of the away-from-home-super-short-post collection for a reason - I don't feel like explaining it.  You either know and share a great passion, or even obsession in some cases  for what this "mochi" is, or you don't.  No words I can say will convert you from one side to the other. I can tell you that it's a common treat in Asia (known by different names but mochi, which is Japanese, is the most commonly used), a chewy and glutenous dough made with glutinous/sticky rice loved by all generations.  But let's be honest, that doesn't sound very compelling does it?  Or that there's a wide range of varieties consisting of different preparation methods, regional flavors, soft/firmness as a result of rice:water ratio, even the temperature it's supposed to be eaten at, makes this particular type only a speck in the many.  OH please, I'm boring you aren't I? Like I said.  I can't sell you on this.  Then so be it.  You are either the demographic who will excite in overwhelming jitters at nothing but just the name of OMG MOCHI BROWNIES!!  Or you are not.  So my fellow mochi-eaters.  Jump.  Get to work in

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

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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