(IT WOULDN'T KILL) ME TO SWAP 1/2 OF THE CHOCOLATE WITH PEANUT BUTTER. SO INSTEAD, IT KILLED THE BROWNIES [ezcol_1half] HERE'S the thing. I am not particularly built for baking. I know this sounds like false modesty
[ezcol_1half] LONG, LIKE WAIST-DEEP GANDALF GONE WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE
[ezcol_2third] [/ezcol_2third] [ezcol_1third_end] NOT feeling particular talky today so let's just eat. Last night, armed with the perfect excuse of utilizing the abundance of eggplants, we had a pizza-rized eggplant parmesan. Paper-thin slices of eggplants pre-toasted under an airy web of grated Parmigiano cheese until curly crispy and golden browned, scattered in between two layers of tangy tomato sauce and bubbling moazzarella cheese. Then, topped with what acted as bursting land-mines of brininess and salt, my new BFF crispy-fried capers that makes it. Just another evidence that I must drop any perfectly wholesome and healthy idea onto a throbbing field of carbs. May or may not have something to do with my mind-paralysis today
[ezcol_1half] CHOCOLATE CUPCAKE, HARDLY ANY NEWS. BUT A PROMINENTLY SALTY AND SWEET BUTTERCREAM, REALLY GETS ME EXCITED [/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end] THERE are good, convenient reasons why, I've never made cupcakes before. There are things best left unknown, things that, let's just say, won't help you enjoy your favourite foods by knowing. Like the day I peed myself a little when I first poured in all that heavy cream, running as thick as blood, into making my most beloved Hokkaido "milk" toast two years ago. Oh mommy, it wasn't milk
[ezcol_3quarter][/ezcol_3quarter] [ezcol_1quarter_end] For someone who's technically unemployed, I don't know if this would violate the definition of such word but actually, for the past 2 weeks, I've been enjoying some sort of a "holiday". Well
[ezcol_2third][/ezcol_2third] [ezcol_1third_end] AFTER 10 months of not being able to leave
[ezcol_2third][/ezcol_2third] [ezcol_1third_end] GENERALLY speaking, food makes people happy. I'd like to think that I make happy foods. I'd like to think that to the people wondering to this place, who are just one kale salad-away from opening a suicide.word, a fast responding blueberry oatmeal cookie, in some ways, is a contribution to humanity. I'd like to think that to you out there who voluntarily devotes to a gluten-less life, though beyond my shallow comprehension, must have had your profound and keen purposes
SHUT UP, SHUP UP, SHUP UP [ezcol_1half] Let's play a game, shall we? Let's see how much of my babbling you can withstand before you say "shut up, shut up, shut up!" and burst into the kitchen to make yourself one of these milk and any-brownie, or as I call it, brownie-cow popsicles? Right, so you see here's the thing. I kinda love Earth. Maybe not enough to tie myself to a tree per se, but I do love Earth enough that I have more bicycles than mascaras, and I haven't had myself an ungodly orgasmic piece of toro, for like more than three years now. And believe me, I do love my ungodly toro. But there's something else I love dearly as well