PROSCIUTTO AND DATES SU-STYLE MOONCAKE
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[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
[ezcol_1fifth] [/ezcol_1fifth] [ezcol_3fifth] XI'AN-STYLE SMUSHED LAMB MEATBALLS BRAISED IN JOY-JUICE, STUFFED IN CH-ENGLISH MUFFINS
[ezcol_1third] YOUR ULTIMATE REVENGE TOWARDS THE COMING ASS-BINDING HEATWAVES A REFRESHINGLY PLEASURABLE PAIN, BEST SERVED COLD [/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_2third_end] It might say something about me, perhaps not in the most positive light, whenever I fell for a Chinese dish-inspiration from half way around the world while living right inside the epicenter of it all, where the "real things" are or so they say. What kind of a food-blogger, who eats and breathes right off of the ground-zero of a very old, very diverse and rapidly morphing food-culture often generalized as "Chinese foods", would cook you a Chinese dish that comes from an Instagram of a New Yorker who took it at a restaurant that are, out of all places, in Brooklyn. Lazy? Perhaps. Utter dumb luck? That's for sure. Because you see, without this inconvenient loop around the globe it has traveled, the inspiration for this down-home Shanghainese summer snack, in one form or another, would have otherwise never found its way to melt in my warm embrace. And this is, I guess especially for those who have experienced living abroad, a perfectly explainable social phenomenon. Thing is, I believe across all cultures, that the restaurants indigenous to where they are located, often times with great effort, focus on serving what they perceive as "restaurant-style/worthy" dishes only.
THEY COMPLETE ME [ezcol_1third] Sorry but I have to run off quickly today, and leave you with this traditional and wildly beloved Chinese dessert. These little pretty purses called tang-yuan, meaning "soup-circles", are very popular, if not mandatory, at all major celebratory event and holidays because of their literal implication for roundedness and completeness. The elegance of its name may be lost in translation but I assure you that the reasons for their popularity are not, if you would just invest 1 hour of your life to find out. The recipe for sticky rice ball-dough is an update from an older recipe, which I thought had a couple unnecessary steps and confusions. Then instead of making a peanut-filling from scratch, which would probably never be as smooth with my incompetent food-processor, I decided to use a mix of store-bought smooth peanut butter with a little coconut oil (to loosen the texture further) and brown sugar. The sticky rice wrapper is slippery and chewy, like little delicious purses bursting with lava-like peanut butter filling that comes with a hint of coconuts. It's a mouthful of complimenting textures and flavours, chewy and runny, sweet and slightly salty, intensely nutty and rich but balanced with the subtle bitterness and fragrance from lightly honey-sweetened green tea. More
[ezcol_1half] ONCE YOU GET THERE, WHATEVER IT TAKES FOR YOU TO GET THERE, THE REST IS AS EASY AS BIANG [/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end] Does this recipe really need introduction? If you have been enjoying, following, or even just been seduced from afar by the unstoppable uprise of this basement-stall to now 10 flourishing locations throughout New York, you would not be unfamiliar with the signature dish, from Xian Famous Foods. The spicy cumin lamb hand-ripped (biang biang) noodles. I have certainly been a fan. More precisely, I have been enjoy Xian Famous Foods for the past few years, without actually stepping a foot inside any of their 10 locations. Because I've been here, in Beijing, where "Xian famous foods" are not known as the name of a trending chain-restaurants, but in fact, a genre. Those 4 Chinese characters almost recognized as their "logo", are actually common here as a phrase that describes the local street foods of the city Xi-An. Kind of like having a restaurant called "Texas BBQ", or "Chicago Hotdogs". And on top of the usual suspects of cold skin noodles, cumin lamb burger (called "rou-jia-mo"), lamb offal soup
ONCE YOU GO BLACK, YOU NEVER GO BACK. [ezcol_1third][/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third][/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third_end][/ezcol_1third_end][ezcol_1third][/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third][/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third_end][/ezcol_1third_end] [ezcol_1third] Do you know what it feels to always live under the shadow of someone else? Well, say heh-lloooo to black sesame. You see