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firey cold sichuan sesame noodle
My blog is currently suffering under the wrath of my chronic ADD, which is begging me for tiny changes that the blog probably doesn’t need. Actually, tiny would be for any able body who knows a thing or two about CSS coding, but for this rusty brain who still panics when her phone talks back,…
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rum and raisin baked tapioca pudding
How many times does a recipe have to fail you before you decide that it just isn’t meant to be? I used to simply set my maximum at three, the same philosophy… no, discipline really that I vigorously apply to all pursuits in life, but as it so proved in the course of the past few weeks,…
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corn and seaweed tempura popper
Before talking corny, you know how sometimes when parents, despite their best intentions no doubt, can suffocate us with all their unnecessary concerns followed by… uh… understandably agitating gestures? God don’t you just hate that? So freaking un-cool is what it is! And just to make it perfectly clear before I confess anything, I am…
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sichuan peppercorn red braised oxtail
I was totally honoured… thrilled actually, when one of my favorite food-site Food52 invited me to share an heirloom (family) recipe for their column. Oh why, me?! Get out of here! No doubt a little much-needed mint-drop in between all the craps that are leaving a bad taste in my mouth lately. I mean recognition in…
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cherry tomato vinaigrette and gorgonzola bruschetta
Dear shrink, I’m… wondering if I can now be qualified for that zoloft + xanax prescription we talked about last time, you know, and let’s throw in a couple of diazepam for good measure while we’re at it? I assure you that I have no previous record of substance abuse, in fact, I hardly drink alcohol for God…
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life, and a drink
It’s been almost 16 months since the moment I sat my lame ass down before a computer, and pessimistically inserted a few doubtful letters down at the domain-registry… “ladyandpups.com… hmph, yeah right.” Well, turned out I sort of was. Disregarding any form of success measured by any numeral digits (it’ll come it’ll com…), this place…
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summer and couscous in istanbul
I’m never much of a person of faith and spirituality. Evidently since Jason and I started slowly leaving our footprints around the world, we left an obvious trail seeking gastronomic truth instead of spiritual babble, pinning destinations on the map not for the yearning to hear the echoes bouncing off the cold marbles of St.…
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filthy rich miso caramel ice cream
Have I mentioned how unapologetically cheap I am? Right… to elaborate we must understand that “cheap” is a strictly relative term and I am saying that strictly relatively-speaking, I am incredibly cheap. I negotiated a 30% raise in my daily allowance in the past decade which is to say that I am spending only 30%…
