DOGGY MEATLOAF BIRTHDAY “CAKE” FOR BIG 15TH

[amd-zlrecipe-recipe:85] [ezcol_1half] HIS FICTIONAL TWIN, THE GRINCH, WHO IS THE SOLE CLINICAL CASE TO HAVE BENEFITED FROM THIS MEDICAL ILLNESS [/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end] This past week, August 26th to be exact, my dog-son Dumpling turned 15 years old, almost 100 years old in human-years. For small breeds such as the Maltese that he is, this may not be the most ground-shaking news, probably not even rare, but for my Dumpling, it is nothing less than a medical miracle. About a year and a half ago, shortly after the departure of our Frenchie Bado (here's a short bio on the family, so far), Dumpling was rushed to the hospital after fainting in my arms with a screeching cry, where we were told that he was developing a severe case of congestive heart failure. It was ironic

CRISPY YEASTED AND EXTRA “MALTY” WAFFLES

WITHOUT GOING ALL "DIASTATIC" ON MYSELF, I CAN SIMPLY TURN TO AN ASIAN HOME-ESSENTIAL THAT COULD ADD THE EXTRA "MALTINESS" TO ALL BAKED GOODS The brass spoon is made by the amazing Ann Ladson. [ezcol_1third][/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third][/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third_end] In between the various degrees of educations throughout my life, formal or social, if you asked me, I'd probably say that I expected the least practical return from my continuous study in all of Disney's animated movies around the 90's. More specifically, the cartoons, the classics, starting somewhere with The Little Mermaid and ending abruptly with Tarzan. All the magic produced at the height of Disney's prime according to my verdict, before digital animations barged in and all of a sudden, for no reason at all, everybody and so did the magic, literally or figuratively, all just stopped singing. Call me nostalgic, or even outdated, I rekindle with those movies from time to time, almost needfully, like talking to a childhood friend who never grew old. As far as I'm concerned, they don't make shit like that anymore. But anyhow, my point is, as much as I treasure the purity and endurance of this relationship that has regretfully outlasted many, little

MEET “THE WALTER WHITE” – THE KINGPIN OF MEAT BUNS

[ezcol_1half] PACKED WITH A WALLOP OF SCALLION GROUND PORK, A PIECE OF BRAISED PORK BELLY, ONE BRAISED SHITAKE MUSHROOM, ONE SALTED DUCK YOLK AND CHILI CONFIT, EACH BUN MEASURES 5 1/2" (14 CM) IN DIAMETER AND ALMOST  1 LB (450 GRAMS) IN WEIGHT IF THIS ISN'T CRIMINAL, I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS [/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end] There's something about me unknown to most.  I have a sickly obsession for Chinese steamed pork buns.  Sickly, I said.  I think it was a childhood trauma that I developed in my earliest memory, over one afternoon by a hungry swimming pool when it was given to me as a snack, but I never suspect it would follow me ghostly into adulthood like an unsociable kink.  Ask my husband who never understood any of it, that whether it is placed on the table of a proper restaurant or abandoned in the metal cage of an electric warmer inside any 7-11's in Asia, or even just a carcass of it laying on the asphalt being picked by a mob of pigeons

CHURROFFLE AND CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM SANDWICH

[ezcol_1half] YES, CHURRO WAFFLES [/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end] Gotta run today!  Leaving you quickly with yet another inbred waffle abomination.  Churros + waffles = churroffles.  Yes, apparently, churro waffles, too.  A clear proof that I spotted on Instagram, from Monochrome Bistro in Singapore, where they serve it with what looks like a huge scoop of cookies’n cream ice cream.  But you know, call me romantic.  I’d like to think that even after being barbarically deformed in between the burning metal teeth of a waffle griddle, that even when its own mother couldn’t recognise him anymore, that even when his previously tall and slender physique now seem like the mirage from another life… that deep down, churro still wants chocolate.  And chocolate still wants churro too, stubby and crooked as he is.  It’s true love. So here it is.  Churroffles tumbled in light brown sugar spiced with cinnamon, allspice and nutmeg, then go on to hug his soulmate, deep dark chocolate ice cream in a summer reunion.  Love is in the air.  Can you feel it? [/ezcol_1half_end] [ezcol_1half][/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end][/ezcol_1half_end] [ezcol_1half][/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end][/ezcol_1half_end] [ezcol_1half][/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end][/ezcol_1half_end] [amd-zlrecipe-recipe:74]

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

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