Snacks

I-Think-It’s-Asian Porchetta Sandwich

Jason took a bite and asked me with his very “lardy” mouth, “Why is this Asian?” Well… I suppose because… “The marinade.” I answered affirmatively with secretly not-so-affirmative doubts. I mean can I call it “Asian” because the pork marinade is mainly FISH SAUCE, and that there’s GINGER in the aioli, and that the chili is inspired by a HUNAN dish? Yes. Yes, I think I can. So bear with me. If there’s any dispute over how I name my articles, please do so kindly remember that I AM a self-proclaimed confused individual. OR IF I’m just being self-consciously hypersensitive… In that case, forget what I said and carry on.

July 11, 2012

In All recipes, Dairy, Snacks

The Perfect O

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My tormenting yet bittersweet affair with eggs has been nothing short of a Hollywood love story. It began as mutual loath in early years, but turned into a passionate obsession overnight in adulthood. Then six month ago at the height of our oblivious happiness, we were torn apart and forbidden by authorities without warning or mercy… cold turkey style. If I’m sounding overly dramatic, I’m not. I believe it’s fair to say that I consumed on average, 3 eggs per day for the past decade. Some days 4 to 5 if we were feeling naughty. A disgusted horror by any cardiologists’ standard.

May 26, 2012

In All recipes, Meat, Snacks

To Roll, or Not To Roll

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Like standing in the DMV queue and being asked (judged simultaneously too) if I wanted to be an organ donor. Or whether to leave my BJ apartment on a PM2.5 hazardous day for groceries or starve with cheese crackers. Or whether to spend the last scrap of my monthly budget on the air purifier we really do NEED versus the new iPhone I really do WANT. Nobody said being an adult is easy.

So years of life-defining choices as such have boiled down to this moment – I find myself standing in the kitchen in BJ (how the hell did I end up here…?), deciding which is the better way to form an Asian meat pie.

May 20, 2012

In All recipes, Meat, Snacks

A Bite of Le Marais

It’s impossible to shake, like it’s wired into my every nerves, and rejecting whatever highly-caffeinated substance I have been shooting up my veins. It has made it its personal quest to destroy my complexion, and put my blog, my kitchen and my dear dear camera on life-threatening danger. Just know that I’m writing this while floating in a distorted, murky, brain-scrambling derangement. Thoughts are bouncing off the surface of my consciousness like dimming fireflies, twirling and giggling, so close but out of my grasp. “Wait, don’t go. Why so shy?… let’s play…”

May 12, 2012

Snacks

I-Think-It’s-Asian Porchetta Sandwich

The Perfect O

To Roll, or Not To Roll

A Bite of Le Marais

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