Tough Crowd Longan Cake

(简体)(繁體) I'm always puzzled where people get their optimism from. I have this friend. She's a walking team of cheerleaders in a single unit, comes with flowers and sunshine with balloons and all that stuff. If you feel like a worthless piece of sxxt, I'd have you call her so you can feel like a brand new piece of chocolate nougat instead. Or a cat like a tiger and a chicken like a peacock

The Dreamiest of Dreamy Milk Toast

(??)???) UPDATES AVAILABLE OH boy, do I have a sob story for this one. Well, not of me growing up with Hokkaido milk toast of course (If you love bread but don't know what it is, I feel truly sorry. It's the dreamiest loaf of toast you could dream up.). Those were only fond memories, VERY fond memories like - me standing in the bakery, staring and chuckling like an idiot at the milk toasts on the racks why because they were also smiling back at me, and couldn't stop myself from poking them with my fingers - kind of memories. The sobbing part is how I got to successfully making them in my kitchen, which was a road paved with disappointments, heartbreaks and betrayals (supposedly-trusted recipes out there

As Promised – A Better Brioche

(简体)(繁體) I should've known.  I shouldn't still be surprised after all these years.  OOOF COURSE!  What other secret weapons do professional bakers hold against us besides their senseless guilt towards adding a couple sticks more of butter into everything?  It turns out I too, can bake an obscenely rich, absurdly moist and stringy brioche at home if I just blindfold my conscience, steady my shaking hands, and let go of ALLLL THAT BUTTER into the mixer while shaking off the image of cellulite-on-the-beach in my head.  Steady now, Mandy.  Steady now.  The road to greatness isn't without sacrifice

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