THE SAUCY MARRIAGE PUDDING

"VALENTINES, STEP ASIDE. THIS IS PROFESSIONAL LOVE LIFE" I was born a cynic. I mean was that not obvious? Had I been able to remember I'd say with certainty that I came in this world, a genetically negative and unpleasant baby who cursed at the color pink if she could form words, who went on to earnestly suggest divorce with a LA divorce lawyer as an alternative lifestyle for her parents at age five. Perhaps the last ounce of my lacking fluffiness died with the moment when my best friend stuffed Raccoon was brutally trashed in a random afternoon while I was away citing ABC's at pre-school, the last straw in leaving a cold, hardened human being walking this lonely planet believing that all loves are, ultimately, just temporary. So yes, I was born with, and still have now, a good faith in cynicism. But somehow at the age of 27, I married my very first boyfriend. How did that happen? Don't ask me, because after 5 1/2 years of dating and another 6 years in marriage, I've still got absolutely no clue. I mean that's not what a respectable cynic would do, is it? Well first, let's

FAKE CHOCOLATE CAKE + REAL BANANA BUTTERCREAM

Last few days were a nightmarish montage of my extended kitchen-agony.  Three whole days covered in a choking dust of flour with smudgy grease from a beastly amount of butter and sugary stickiness haunting my finger tips.  Electrical outlets being pushed to a near brink of melt-down and an unprepared dishwasher running past its adrenaline threshold into a disoriented state of ecstasy.  After three nights of stress-induced binge eating, two stone-tough should muscle groups and one extremely cranked neck which all ended in a final coma that took place in a dark and questionable foot-massage parlor, despite nature's best effort to stop me, I said I'd make a cake. Well

Mochi Brownie

I chose this to be one of the away-from-home-super-short-post collection for a reason - I don't feel like explaining it.  You either know and share a great passion, or even obsession in some cases  for what this "mochi" is, or you don't.  No words I can say will convert you from one side to the other. I can tell you that it's a common treat in Asia (known by different names but mochi, which is Japanese, is the most commonly used), a chewy and glutenous dough made with glutinous/sticky rice loved by all generations.  But let's be honest, that doesn't sound very compelling does it?  Or that there's a wide range of varieties consisting of different preparation methods, regional flavors, soft/firmness as a result of rice:water ratio, even the temperature it's supposed to be eaten at, makes this particular type only a speck in the many.  OH please, I'm boring you aren't I? Like I said.  I can't sell you on this.  Then so be it.  You are either the demographic who will excite in overwhelming jitters at nothing but just the name of OMG MOCHI BROWNIES!!  Or you are not.  So my fellow mochi-eaters.  Jump.  Get to work in

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